Killer instinct or just a new playmate?

When we come in at night, the faithful & loyal steeds like to come in with us, walk around the house for a few minutes & then they go right back outside. Last night was no exception. I went to jazzercise, ran over to Lora's for her & Erin to look at my jewelry, then ran to my friends Katrina's, then home. It was around 9:30. B-rad wasn't home from the field yet. No biggie. I deal with that all the time.

The cats were in the house & I heard strange noises. And when I looked at them-they were acting funny. Then it hit me. THEY HAVE A MOUSE! E-gads!

Here's the thing. Sparky has all his claws. He was a stray that I fed (I'm an animal lover - ok, scratch that - I'm a furry, domesticated animal kinda lover!). I took him to have him neutered (I am also a responsible furry, domesticated animal lover). Sparky is my hethen cat. He's very jumpy & active. He has also been know to kill small woodland creatures & bring them up to the landscaping for my viewing pleasure. When Sonny wondered up to casa de McAfee, he didn't have any front claws plus he had been neutered. Obviously someone had him for their pet & they dumped in. Sons of b******! So I feed him too & take him to the vet, etc, etc. He does live outside with Sparky-don't judge me. I figure that he doesn't need his front claws because I feed him so he doesn't have to catch his own food. PLUS we have plenty of places for them to run & hide if other, bigger woodland creatures decide to attack. I mean, for goodness sakes, I made B-rad put a gate on the steps to the front porch so dogs & other things couldn't get on the porch to get them. Like I said - furry, domesticated animal lover.

Sonny is my good kitty. He's very passive & quiet & doesn't cause trouble. When they come in the house when it's really cold outside, Sonny is perfectly happy laying with me on the couch & napping for hours & hours. Sparky is at the back door scratching & meowing to get outta the house....

Ok-so they have a mouse. And I fuh-reaked out! I ran outside to call B-rad. His cell went right to voicemail! Curses! So I called Lora to see if Derik & Brady could come get it out of the house. Their phone was busy! Double curses!!! So I texted B-rad, 'CALL ME!'

Please notice the front door in the pic. Like I said - I WAS OUTSIDE!

B-rad finally called & in my whiniest, most chickenest voice I said, "B-rad, when are you coming home? Sparky has a mouse in the house!!!!" He had just left the field in another freakin' county so it would take him about 30 minutes to get home. Greaaaat.

So I decided to make the best of a bad situation. Since I was being held hostage outside of my own home, I ran in, grabbed the computer & ran right back outside. Might as well get some work done, right?!I am a bad kitty mommy because I can't tell them apart until I'm looking very closely. They are both solid black. They do have some different features but I can't recognize them until I'm up close. And since they had a mouse I wasn't getting anywhere near them! I just figured it was Sparky because like I said, he's my hethen cat. That's what hethen cats do. So I'm outside talking to who I think is Sonny. I'm telling him how bad of a kitty his brother Sparky is. Then I'm yelling into the house, "Sparky - you are a bad boy!". UHM, then I looked down at the cat. And realized it wasn't Sonny. It was Sparky. (Insert scary movie music where the person you thought was the killer isn't really the killer but is about to be killed. BUM BUM BUUUUUUMMMMM!) Sparky was outside with me! Gulp.

I tried to coax Sparky into the house to back up Sonny & kill that stupid mouse. And yes, I actually said the words, "Sparky- go back in there & help Sonny!" He wasn't having any part of that....

Finally, the calvary arrived! Sonny had injured the mouse pretty good. He wasn't moving real quick when I was in the house for the 5 seconds I saw him. I knew the mouse wouldn't be able to get around too quickly. When Sonny had finshed 'playing' with him-he stood at the front door meowing at me to come outside. I told him, "NO!"

So B-rad came in & after he picked himself off the floor from laughing at me, he started to look for the mouse. I knew Sonny had shuffled him into the office. And ya just have to know our office to appreciate this. It's not the cleanest room in the world. It could also be referred to as 'the room to store all the crap that we have that no one (B-rad) will get rid of...) There's xbox's & playstations on the floor along with the games. Not the easiest environment to seek out a small, brown mouse. I got all brave & went inside to help B-rad find him. We looked & looked (me from a safe distance in the doorway, B-rad actually moving stuff around...) & then I saw it!!!! So I screamed, "There it is!!" & hauled ass out the door all the while screaming, "He's beside your video gaaaaaaaaame....".

And Sonny hadn't quite done the mouse in yet, so B-rad took care of that. Gag. Again, while I'm screaming from outside, "Do you have it? Is it dead?!"

When B-rad comes carrying out the mouse I screamed & jumped up & down. I said, "I wanna take your picture!" - but I was jumping up & down! So B-rad said, "Quit that stupid jumping & take the pic!" See how he's laughing at me?! Thank God we have no neighbors...what they would think...?