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Sunday, November 04:

So, yeah, I have this kitten, right? Well, technically she isn't a kitten anymore. I call her a "lady teen" cat- she's feisty and youthful/playful enough as a female. Mom joked that, from the second we got her, she'd become our primary mouser since our older, much lazier male cat named Webster. Since he lives outside and comes in briefly to chow down, he has his fill outside of critters.

Well... for the second time in a row Sutkei (my little spoiled female) proved her mousy worth tenfold.

Last night I had been up for a while. I only got three of four hours sleep thanks to my medication's effect of Insomnia. Whilst being up, I kept hearing the cat moving around. My mom even got up once or twice and went in the kitchen for some reason, moving stuff aside. I could hear it, but I just decided to play my Pokemon Pearl and not ask any questions in my sleep deprived version of myself.

Well, this morning (after finally drifting back into an uneasy sleep) I shuffled into the kitchen, confused at the site. Bags of snacks (chips, pretzels) were taken from the shelves and piled on the kitchen table and chair. I knew my parents had gone shopping early the night before, but it was a strange sight. I asked my mother, and she said that the mouse who had holed up somewhere inside our house had made an appearance during my sleepless hours.

Suffice to say, it showed up again that afternoon. This time, Sutkei had cornered it. After nearly an hour of chasing the furry cretin as it taunted the cat and us humans Sutkei got it (for the third time) clamped in her jaws.

For a history of Sutkei, she was the runt of the litter. When I rescued her from her horrible living situation, she was near death and without a mother that truly cared for her and taught her how to be a proper "kitty" let alone know any catly etiquette. So she grew up without doing things normally. She can't drink like a normal cat, she imitates a growl similar to Bella's, and wags her tail like a dog when happy.

So, naturally, when she catches said rodent she doesn't know what the heck to do with it. I mean, she keeps it pinned, but she'll look up at me with soulful eyes (as if to say, "Did I do good, mommy"?) and mew timidly. That's my cue to don the gloves. My mom and dad seem to be too squeamish, so I always end up being the "brave" one and grab the critter to release him outside.

As I reached for the mouse, it broke free of Sutkei. I saw it turn around and actually swipe at my kitty, lunging to bite. Sutkei scampered back, but kept her eye on the dang thing. Normally I have a love towards mice in general (one of my nicknames being "mousy" or "mouse-girl" itself) but this thing was starting to irk me badly.

This thing was a BABY MOUSE. And it was hell-bent on attacking my cat and anything near it; biting and scratching it kept at Sutkei. I shuddered slightly, wondering what this vicious, impish thing would grow up to be. Mighty Mouse on crack, anyone?

I grabbed it, and as I stood up from my kneeling position I cried out in surprise. The blasted bugger was chomping down on my finger, grinding it's teeth, trying to cut through the material and break my skin!!!

Ok. That started to tick me off even more.

I went to open up the door, keeping an eye on both the homicidal, deranged rodent and my confused but overly excited kitten, ready to toss the murderous fiend outside where it belonged. Bella, who was chained up outside to go to the bathroom, came trotting over to see the chaos unfurling. The mouse was biting harder, and I could feel the teeth beginning to actually starting to weaken the material enough. In a panic I flicked my hand, the force hard enough to fling the cretin.

Only thing was... it dangled from my finger, teeth dug in deep, claws scrabbling to cling on. My first thought was, "Oh great... I'm going to have this thing attached to me for the rest of my life". Dad, who saw this, thought it was his noble deed for the dad to pry the thing from it's deadly grasp.

"Let me hit your hand!", he cried. And he proceeded to whack my upper arm. Uh, dad? That's my ARM. Not my HAND.

I managed to fling the beast on the ground... where Bella hopped over and plopped it- or, rather, gulped it- into her mouth. Dad burst out the door, snatching the creature from her and trapping the pint sized monster under a jar, safe from Bella's appetite.

That all happened this afternoon. Sutkei is just now recovering from the drama. She's been sleeping mostly all day. Don't blame her. She was so tense during the whole thing that her body was tired. As for me, I checked for any bite marks (for my mother's fear of rabies). Nothing, thank god. Yeah....

On another note, the Hannah situation is still up in the air. At this point I just want some answer (whether it's "yes" or "no" on getting the little angel). I'm going insane from not knowing.

Two days off of work from working every day since my recovery from the Hospital. I'm actually enjoying this!

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