Up, Up, Up

Alright, funny story:

On Tuesday, I started noticing mouse poop in my dresser (again).  I cleaned it out and told Paris, the girl who cleans the cottage.  "Paris, I have a mouse."  

She answers matter of factly, "Yes."

I said, "You know I have a mouse?"

"Yes, I saw it running around yesterday."

"Okay.  If I have a mouse, please kill it."

"Yes."

Later, we looked all over the room and house.  No mouse.

That night, around 10, I was reading and heard a noise in my dresser.  I called Drew.  He and Amy came over.  We searched the dresser.  Well, he searched while Amy and I stood on the couch.  Then, we saw it run to  a corner.  I go brave and stood at the door with a broom in case it ran out.  Drew tried to jab it with a broom. He missed, the mouse ran. . . across my toes!  I screamed and jumped and almost had a heart attack.  

We searched all over outside my room.  No mouse.

Finally, they left.  I went to bed.  At around 3 am, I am pretty sure that mouse was on my bed.  I jumped up and stood on my couch again for about 15 minutes - eyes open wide.

Finally, I could not stand it any longer and got back in bed.  But, I slept with the lights on.  The next morning, I found more poop in the dresser.

Paris and I tore open the room again.  No mouse.  She explained that the mouse "is sleeping up up up"  She looked at the ceiling.  (Not sure how it gets up there.)

Yesterday, I decided that I was tired of the mouse.  I asked Beatrace to send the cat over after dark.  James and Moses brought over an unhappy cat around 9:00.  I locked it in my room for an hour. There was wailing and hissing and crying.  But when I opened the door, she was just sleeping and there was no mouse.

I left it in the house, just to roam around at night and leave a cat smell to scare off the mouse.

This morning at 5 am, I heard a terrible panicked screaming coming from Anna.  I bolted from bed and rushed in the room.  

Her net was down and she was screaming!  The cat was also screaming and running around the room.

I scooped up Anna who was actually shaking.  Then I rushed out and opened the front door so the cat could run out - still wailing.  

After I go Anna to calm down, she started repeating over and over, "The cat wants to sleep on Anna's legs.  The cat wants to sleep on Anna's legs."

I am pretty sure the mouse was watching all of this and just laughing at us!