As I mentioned in the "Damn, it's hot!" thread (aka "How warm is it...), my plumbing is totally (*&^&^%$*%^*!! up. So I'm waiting for my landlady and the plumber to show up, and have the window open for what little breeze it affords...
and my cat brings in a squirming mouse, sets it loose and proceeds to chase it all over the place--up and down, over my instrument cases (!) and finally under the couch. Then, after pawing after it in vain a few minutes, she disinterestedly saunters back outside, totally oblivious to my shouts of "You get back in here and finish what you started RIGHT NOW MISSY!!!" (Expletives edited out for the faint of heart).
Luckily, with the help of my harp-hauling muscles and my trusty Snow Boot (I'm beginning to think I should put a "TM" after it...like Gallagher's Sledge-O-Matic :() I was able to lift the couch up (lots of fun for a 100-pound woman in 85-degree heat), scare the mouse out from under, and vanquish the poor little thing. I would probably have tried to catch this one alive and take it somewhere to set it free, but with the looming arrival of the landlady/plumber, I didn't have much choice. My karma is now officially F$%^ed. Thanks, sweet kitty. No tuna flakes for you this week.
Sigh.
Molly
(the reluctant Mouser)
P.S. The window is now CLOSED. The damn cat can scratch to get in like everybody else. :P