We came home last night from our outing to New Orleans and found a dead mouse in the middle of the living room carpet. Since the bus was dark, I found it by touch, ew! The mouse was extremely dead and covered with cat spit. Opal was locked in her kennel and very agitated, having watched the entire thing. When we released her, she promptly rolled on the carpet where the mouse breathed its last.
Angel has been quite focused on the cabinets and under the couch for the last several days. She's an odd cat, so we ignored her. Now we think she was probably hearing the mouse move through the coach's inner recesses. How it got there is a mystery, but we sleep soundly knowing no rodent will get far in Odyssey.
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