Once again, it's not really a mystery when we have mice in the house. They're always behind the fridge. How do we know this? Because the cats are pretty sure they're behind the fridge.

The mice are usually pretty good about keeping a low profile but every once in awhile one of them gets unlucky. I came home from work and saw Nico camped out in the bathroom and a tail sticking out of the bathmat. I tried to see what condition the mouse was in when Nico swooped in and batted it into the sink, where I rescued it from what would have been hours of horrible cat death. I released it downstairs. Nico was 9lbs of pure pissed for most of the night.

In Nico's mind I'm pretty sure he's convinced he looks like this:

And some day he's going to kick my ass for taking his prey away from him like that.