it's the time of year here in vermont when the mice come in for the winter. my cat, sitting in my lap, knows this. several mornings ago i thought i heard my cat doing away with a mouse but it turned out all the squeaking was from a sink-trapped little cutie. it was terrified as i approached, shivering, trying to be invisible in it's conspicuousness. i took a pint-sized cardboard fruit container, placed it upside down over the mouse, slid some newspaper under and carried it outside. it kept poking its little nose out the slots of the container. when i let it go it moved so fast it appeared to simply disappear. i think the cat got it a few days later.
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