First, though, I was awakened at 12:30 AM by the dreaded "proud meow" and terrified squeaking. I knew that was bad. Bubba had brought something in through the pet door.
I checked it out and determined that he'd brought a mouse into the bathroom. It stared up at me, pleading. Being the kind woman I am I locked the cat in the bathroom with him and ordered him to "Finish it".
I hunted around the house for a mouse trap, to no avail. I went back into the bedroom.
We have a gap under the bathroom door due to previous homeowner repairs. Tropical Storm Allison ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Effects_of_Tropical_Storm_Allison_in_Texas ) caused some damage to our home (40 inches of rain in one night will do that), and the previous guy planed about 3/4 of an inch off the bottom of the door.
I heard the squeaking again, and saw the poor little thing dragging itself into my bedroom. I herded it into the open, away from the good hide…