Caturday Post: Enter a Mouse

We have a mouse.  Its burrow comes in somewhere in the laundry closet.  This explains the cats' undue interest in the laundry closet recently.  Last night we had some squeaking and scratching and a sighting: a little gray self-animate kitty toy of the family Muridae.

Droll Scaramouche looked at the mouse.  The mouse squeaked.  Droll Scaramouche ran away.

It squeaked at me!

 World-conquering Tamerlane batted at the mouse.  He seemed a little puzzled as to how to go about fulfilling his destiny as a bloody conqueror.  The mouse took advantage of his confusion to run away.

Crinkle balls are easier to conquer.

Clearly the only thing to do is get another kitten who will take on a mouse for us.