It seems we had a little premonition here the other day…. There’s a FRIKKIN MOUSE in my HOUSE!

Exhibit 1 (hole in garbage! eeeewwwwwwwwwwwwww!):

(I have kindly spared you from the horrors of Exhibits 2 and 3. You’re welcome.)

I have to say, I debated whether or not to tell you this, Gorgeouses. Because it makes me feel so, um, DIRTY….

But, Gorgeouses, I ASK YOU, HOW HOW HOWWWWWWWW could I possibly have a MOUSE in my HOUSE? I have THREE FREAKING CATS:

Exhibit 4:

Exhibit 5:

Exhibit 6:

Well, as you can see from exhibits 4 through 6, I really only have ONE cat (Exhibit 6). Ahem. The other two would more accurately be described as “lappahs.” COOUUUUGH.

Anyway, Minden’s on the case. He’s been staking out the spot where I found the most, *gag*, evidence (Exhibits 2 and 3)….

Exhibit 7:

(Whad’ya know, Minden might ACTUALLY be a CAT!)

Anyway, I’m THOROUGHLY grossed out right now.

please look like Remy please look like Remy PLEASE LOOK LIKE REMY!!!

please look like Remy please look like Remy PLEASE LOOK LIKE REMY!!!

And, I can’t seem to wash my hands enough. All I can say is…THANK UNIVERSE I’M NOT PREGNANT RIGHT NOW. Or, I’d be sending myself to emergency for extreme psychiatric intervention. Trust me.

Mouse better be gone now. He’s REEEEEALLY STUPID if he’s not….

Exhibit 8:

SIC ‘EM!!!!! Uhhhhhmmm yeah.