A Close Call

for the H-man. Poor little Harold the mouse was almost et by a cat this morning. We've being keeping his cage in the bathroom until I finish an elaborate cat free set up for his cage in the living room. Since Ryan arrived for the summer he's constantly forgetting to shut the loo door and a cat got in this morning (that was almost inevitable seeing as there are 3 resident felines). I didn't hear a thing so it must have happened at 0'dark thirty when I took Cuinn out to pee (it actually was light out due to it being summer and all, but that doesn't mean it wasn't dark). I only noticed the soon to be carnage because I also had to pee before going back to bed, no way I'm staying concious at 0530! Anyway, the cage was all over the floor in bits and Harold was on the floor just about to be snacked on by sneaky little Allegra-cat. I shooed her out and grabbed the H-man, luckily he was happy to sit on my shoulder while I reassembled his abode. I found his water bottle in the toilet bowl (yeachh) with the lid down, and the room is pretty much end to end rodent bedding. Sigh. Of course, neither of my equally not morning people children heard a thing.