Rent-a-Cat

EEEEK!!! I always thought of myself as an animal lover. I still believe I am but I used to think that when given the choice of seeing a bug in my apartment or a mouse I would choose a mouse. Not so! It's along the lines of "you don't know what you got 'til its gone" but in a "don't know which is worse 'til both happen" sort of way.

I admit that my apartment is a bit of a mess right now but not so bad that I thought it would attract unwanted houseguests. So when I walked in to my dining room, flipped on the light and saw a small, furry creature scamper towards the stove and dissappear behind it, I was pretty suprised. Frozen may be a better word for it as I felt like I couldn't move or speak for what felt like days. I broke out of the stupor to leap to my bed and curl up in a ball. I felt violated and that all my belongings were tainted now that the mouse had been in my house. I quickly gathered up a few things and left the apartment to go to the coffee shop. There was no way I was going to stay in my house with that thing!

Johnny must be more disgusted by mice than me because he showed up with a rent-a-cat (his friend's) after I told him what I had walked in on earlier. Supposedly the cat's scent will keep the mouse or other mice from coming back into the apartment. I hope it works although maybe we should just move! I'll definitely be deep cleaning the apartment this weekend.