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[omimouse]

-giggle- -guffaw- -ROFLMFAO-

Imagine if you will a peaceful house. Ebon and louisadkins are playing NeverWinter in Ebon and catchild's room. I'm sitting in between the two computers, busily ogling what Whirlwind Attack does to goblins. The girls and catchild are in the living room, which is the room right next to the bedroom.

From the living room, from catchild: "Ebon, Gremlin's (one of the kittens) got a mouse! I think it's alive." I watched Ebon levitate out of his chair and vault the baby gate. I followed him.

It was not Gremlin, but Dancer that had the mouse in question. She did not wish to be divested of her rightful prey. Off she ran. Off Ebon followed, with frequent cursing. I was assisting by attempting to block off any escape routes.

I forgot just how small a kitten is. She (being praised for being such a good hunter the whole way) went under the altar, behind and under both couches, ran around the kitchen three times (I never realized that Ebon could vault a gate as high as my hip at that speed), dodged through the living room, and was finally cornered under a kitchen barstool.

She never dropped the mouse.

Then, Ebon brought the hissing, growling kitten out of the kitchen. He got to the front door. I went to open the door. Dancer dropped the mouse. Bear-Cub did, in fact, inform me, at some volume, "Dancer dropped the mouse!" I asked "Where?", and stepped backwards.

Onto something warm, furry, squishy, and suspiciously mouse-like. With my recently washed bare feet. I yelped, jumped, spun around, and lo! there was the mouse. Ebon proceded to let the kitten pick up her kill before setting both on the front porch. She settled down to enjoy a well-earned dinner.

And ya'll thought life was calm and complacent around here. catchild is still giggling.

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Ewww... ::giggle:: You have too exciting a life, clearly :>