This past week, the mice have made an appearance in my apartment. I knew they lived in the walls and the vents, but before now they always stayed out of the actual living space. I presumed this was because they have common sense enough to realize that 2 cats probably = death.
Saturday morning, Ivy began her usual ritual of playing fetch while I tried to do my makeup. I had gotten into a rhythm of pick up the toy, throw it, continue with makeup, hear Ivy making weird noises, pick up the toy, throw it, etc. etc., and so I almost picked up the dead mouse and threw it. Thankfully, I was paying just enough attention to realize that instead of the piece of plastic from the milk carton, Ivy had brought me a dead animal.
She sat there looking very proud of herself, as if I would actually believe for a second that she was the one who killed it and not Harleyquinn.
I disposed of the mouse, figuring it just got unlucky and wandered out of its usual route from one end of the house to the other, accidentally running into my cat instead.
Then last night, there was another mouse.
I heard Harley and Ivy stampeding into the bedroom while I was booting up the computer to watch TV.
Then I heard something squeak.
Harleyquinn was in full murder mode, in hot pursuit of a mouse. Ivy was trying to imitate her, but kept getting distracted by the cat toys on the floor. Harley chased the mouse into the closet and lost it.
I keep a lot of crap in the closet, and I really didn't want a mouse getting lost and possibly dying in it, so I decided to intervene. Harley attempted to stay involved, staking out the closet and waiting to pounce. Ivy was just confused.
I removed stuff from the closet one thing at a time until
The mouse ran straight past BOTH cats.
The cats continued to stake out the closet. For hours. When I shut the door, Harley tried to beat it down, so I had to open it again.
They are still convinced that the mouse is in the closet.