Buster has obviously forgotten that his main purpose in life is to keep...the house...mouse...free. Or maybe he does remember, but thought he'd build a little job security - by bringing live mice into the house.
Of course my first reaction (actually my second, the first was more along the lines of #$@!) was to grab...my camera. This is blog material after material after all.
VERY shortly after this picture was taken, Buster chased the mouse towards me, I screamed like a girl, tried to throw a dog dish over top of the rodent (unsuccessfully) and then did some more of this $#@!.
The mouse ran into the kitchen...and disappeared under the stove. No sign of him this morning. No sprung traps. What if he's alive in the stove? What if he's DEAD in the stove?
What did the cats have to say about things this morning?
Not much, not much at all...