Seeing as how Patches is a well-fed cat, this mouse wasn't food... it was a play-toy. And play she did, from about 5:30 this morning 'til almost 7. I was trying to go to sleep. But when there's a cat running around the house jumping along the furniture, not to mention the bed, knocking things over, and generally making a huge ruckus, it's a little hard to sleep.
In the entire time I have lived here, this is the second mouse she's found. The first one actually got away. This one didn't.
Cats are silly.
I didn't get much sleep last night.