I'm in such good hands.

We have 2 female cats. It was the only way I could get some estrogen balance in this house. One is very small but with a huge attitude. The other is bigger, arrived here as a stray and was probably abused before she found us because she's afraid of her own shadow and anyone other than our family.

The little one is a hunter extraordinaire. She'd take a deer down if given the chance. We should have named her Geraldine, after Flip Wilson's character of many years ago... anyone remember her? My kids think I'm just making her up. LOVED Geraldine! Gracie is SO Geraldine. If she could talk, she'd be throwing 'What you see, is what you get Honey!' all over the place. Serious. Attitude.

Attitude that means anything she catches, she feels a very strong need to bring inside, drop at our feet and then (I swear to god), she'll give a toss of her little head and strut off with her fluffy tail straight up in the air. As if to say 'THERE. Consider my room and board - PAID IN FULL. Beyotch'.

Apparently she doesn't have a calendar, because last night she brought in a big, fat, juicy mouse. Which, until she dropped it downstairs and IT RAN AWAY, I didn't realize was still alive. IT RAN AWAY. IN MY HOUSE. I called my two, over 6' tall teenage boys to come help me get this damn mouse. C - the 14 yr old and youngest - yawned and went back to his computer game. I guess he'd rather slay virtual monsters. Thanks honey - you're the best. M - the 16 yr old, decided he was going to be my hero and 'deal with' the mouse. YAY! He loves me and will protect me. I'm doing something right! The mouse ended up cornered so while M grabbed a fireplace tool (umm??) to slay the dragon, I chased the mouse out of where he was hiding.

Well it all happened so fast. The mouse came scurrying out of the corner, M began alternately smashing at it with the fireplace tool and jumping up and down, squealing like a little girl. I started laughing and couldn't stop. The mouse, with the fireplace tool hitting the floor repeatedly inches behind it while the 6'1" man/child continued to leap into the air and squeal 'Will it bite me?!', managed to make it behind the freezer without getting whacked. Annnnnnd that was the last we saw of him. For all I know, he's brought the wife and kids in. Not like there's any threat to them in here. Safe haven for rodents, that's what we are. The boy's bedrooms are both downstairs and my big, strong 16 yr old hero was so freaked out that the mouse might end up in his bed that he had his bedroom door firmly closed all night. He still hasn't come out.

Good to know I'm in such good hands. I feel so protected.