Mickey and Minnie GO DOWN

To start with the end of the day: there are crashes and Spike the cat and Georges le Soq the rude French sock monkey look like they have been battling something horrible....later: more crashes, and Spike is holding something in his mouth...which squeaks and keels over, all chewed, damp, dead. Mickey. Buried without much fanfare and a FLUSH..at "sea", as it were....and then later, after I am asleep???? MORE CRASHES. There is Spike again outside the bedroom door, with another damp and well chewed mouse: MINNIE. He sets Minnie proudly at my feet, Minnie makes a break for it, Spike grabs her again.....I grab tissues, grab Minnie from the proud hunter, and again, funeral at "sea" with a flush....it was hard getting back to sleep, believe me, were we going to see any more mice? Luckily, in our 5 and a half years in this house, there has only ever been one other mouse in our house. Although Penny killed one in the yard last week....is our house under siege? My little pets will kick their ass, believe me...

In other news, me and the wife were on the road Saturday, and, well, a lifelong, or at least recent dream was realized: I got a skull ring! 3 skulls!!!! The wife tells me "if somebody asks you why 3, you tell them 'one is for me, one is for the guy I murdered and the third is YOU if you don't leave me alone'. I know, the wife is full of surprises, isn't she? Keith Richards, when asked why he wears a skull ring, says that it is a reminder that we are all the same underneath it all. I was thinking, that is true, but maybe what I prefer is the reminder "see no evil, speak no evil, hear no evil". Or maybe it has something to do with the mice down the toilet.....