Naturally.

Amidst all the drama of last weekend (you know, husband gone, kids sick, yadda, yadda...) we had another bit of excitement thrown in the mix.

Naturally.

Picture it: You've just walked into your house after hauling 3 kids to the Wal-Mart clinic (think practically no waiting room and no place for kids to sit in the examining room, basically chaos) and to the pharmacy (where despite being first in line your prescription still takes a half hour to fill).

So you've just come in the door and are peeling coats off of two kids who are running around like wild banshees while trying to get the screaming baby out of his car seat.  At this point, one of your kids (the toddler, so it is extra cute) crouches down next to the kitchen table and points, laughing hysterically.  You had seen the cat run by but you can't quite figure out why he's laughing at the cat, who he sees zooming around the house most of the day.

Then, the warning cry by your kindergartner: "Mommy, Poo Kitty has a mouse!"

No way, you think.

You crouch down to check and, sure enough, there is a mouse doing his very best to run away from this large orange predator.  You expected to see something grotesque and rat-like, but instead you see something that, being the softie you are, you want to protect: a cute, teeny, brown mouse.  Unfortunately, you don't want to protect it enough to let it roam free in your house, so out it must go.

You make a panicked phone call to your husband, who laughs at you, enjoying your high pitched freak out voice.  You wag your fist of fury at him and hang up the phone.  HOW are you going to get this thing out of the house?

Suddenly, the cat makes a power play and snatches the mouse up in his mouth, turning to stare at you as he does so.

A moment of brilliance: Get the cat to take the mouse outside.

You run to the door and throw it open, calling "Poo Kitty, come outside! Come on, kitty! Come outside!"  He looks at you like you've lost your mind.  You plead with him in your mind not to drop the mouse.  Finally, after several minutes of coaxing, he carries the mouse outside.

Victory!

The worst part: the animals were locked in the house, so the mouse came from somewhere on the inside.

Oy.