I was sitting at my desk happily scrolling through all the messages on the kindle board when suddenly I heard my cat dashing around the family room downstairs as though she had been possessed. Turns out she was chasing a mouse, which panicked and made its get away by running inside the heating vent! Ack, ACK! Why doesn't anything exciting like this ever happen when my husband is home to deal with it??!? Now I have three cats sitting in a row in front of the heater, waiting with bated breath for the mouse to come back out. Meanwhile I am terrified the mouse will exit in some other room and scare the beejesus out of me. So much for spending a quiet rainy afternoon with the kindle.