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Cats, why did it have to be cats?
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So last night, Sophie somehow managed to knock over the basement dehumidifier. It's a goner, but she's OK. She spent the rest of the night persona non grata, and her name was temporarily changed to whatever creative swearing I felt like directing at her.

Sometime in the wee hours, I heard a clattering from the baby-gate that keeps the cats out of my office. There was Zorie, pawing at the grating and seemingly desperate to get... though it? Over it? Then I finally saw the small, miserable-looking mouse that huddled at the top of the gate... she had apparently treed it there. Said mouse was ejected (I didn't want to deal with the row and the ruction of a mouse hunt at that hour, especially since Judy was awake).

::sigh:: Cats.

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I can't quite picture you cursing out a cat.

It was more a resigned sort of name-calling than a cursing out.

Update: after I set up the new dehumidifier, I told Sophie that if she destroyed this one, I would skin her and use her for a dehumidifier. She of course paid me no mind, so I scooped her up and put her on my head. She was not amused.

monsteralice said it looked like a most attractive hat, though. ;-)

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