Don't really have time to catch up right now. But I learned today that I am a total softie. Phoebe that cat was howling in the other roon tonight. We looked in and dad said "Oh, she's playing with her mouse" I said "But Dad, she doesn't have a mouse" It was a real live mouse!!
The cat who is so spoiled she gets carried everywhere was on the porch with a living breathing mouse. Oh she was playing with a mouse all right. It's minutes were numbered. So mom is screaming "Flush it down the stool!" I couldn't. I put it in a bag, took it about 5 doors down and across the road near the field and let it out of the bag.
I'm hoping it won't come back here, but if it does someone else will have to kill it.