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Harley Chick
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brought me a "present" at 3:30 this morning. She was crying in the hallway, not her normal cry but a muffled meowing noise. Next thing I know she's jumped up at the bottom of the bed (which is difficult for the old girl to do), still crying. I figure she's hungry, so I get up, walk to the bottom of the bed, pick her up and notice a "blob" on the bed. It took me about a half a second to figure out what it was. I scream at DH to get up, hit the light, and there it is - a DEAD MOUSE.
I tug on the covers to move it a little, and it flips itself over, runs to the footboard , jumps on the floor and runs under the dresser, with the cat and 2 dogs in tow. After getting the cat and dogs out of the room, DH gets a broom, a wastepaper basket and the dog's pillow and we manage to get it in the basket, cover it and take it outside. I can't believe my half crippled, half blind, totally deaf cat was fast enough to catch a mouse. I'm so glad I got up before she had a chance to get to the TOP of the bed and leave her little gift on my pillow.

