packing madness...and rodents?

with two crazy jobs and no days off i'm not sure when i'm going to pack. i move one week from today. i swear i'm going to start packing tomorrow!!

so...with three cats in the house, we're not exactly sure how, but we have mice. tara noticed some droppings the other day (barf) and tonight halo caught one and was running around with it in his mouth (double barf). he ran into my living room and i tried to coax him out while tara tried to get our neighbor to come over as this was obviously not a job for two squeemish girls. halo growled at me for a while and then ran back upstairs and let go of the mouse who promptly ran and hid under tara's hutch. up to that point, i thought it was dead (triple barf when i realized it could come running out at any moment).

our neighbors and tara were in the kitchen trying to trick the mouse into a box. tara screamed when she saw it and i promptly jumped onto the top of the cat house!!! i'd always seen things like that on t.v. and thought it was a joke, but it was a purely natural reaction - i swear!! anyhoo...my phone chose that appropriate time to ring with a call i'd been expecting for a couple hours, so i abandonned the mouse brigade and escaped downstairs. tara said i was a bad friend and a biatch but i pointed out that a bad friend would not have closed her bedroom door to save her from the mouse getting in there!!

our little furry friend is now hanging out in the breezeway. if i put on my shoes in the morning and anything moves in them i'm going to freak!!