Not the best start to the day

I stumble out into the kitchen this morning to put my lunch together, and see a scattering of blood on the kitchen floor. Two visions flash through my head....either By hurt himself this morning, and didn't get cleaned up, or the cats caught a mouse this morning. So I called By and check on him, while I search the living room and kitchen for more bits o' mouse. He's fine, i don't see any more evidence on the floor, three of the cats aren't talking, and two are intently watching the bottom of a bookshelf.

As I'm putting my lunchbox together, I hear the distinctive squeeek!!! of a mouse caught round the middle by feline jaws. Fox is smart enough to catch the mice, but not enough to kill them, let alone kill them quickly. So there I am, chasing the cat (with the mouse in his jaws), trying to lure him closer but scare him and have him drop the mouse.....which he does, in my shoes. I manage to slam a box on top of it before it scrambles out of the shoe, slide a lid under the box, and fling the silly thing off the deck into the yard.

Where hopefully, it will tell all its buddies about the horrible thigns that happen to it in The House, and it lives the rest of its mousy life Outside.

In case I haven't mentioned it lately, my cats are all Fuzzy Little Failures.