be vewy, vewy quiet...we're hunting wabbits...
...or maybe mice or something.
Whenever Jennifer is sitting in the den and hears scampering overhead, she assumes it's one of us. But the other day she heard something running around, and we were both sitting in the room with her. We couldn't find the source of the noise then, and it didn't recur, so we kind of forgot about it. But then last night something was making all sorts of noise that could be heard coming from the ceiling in the den and from the walls in the bathroom (the bathroom being located directly above the den).
"Great," says Jennifer "I guess I'm going to need an exterminator. Unless one of you could please take care of whatever that is." Thalia said that princesses do not lower themselves to things such as hunting, and went off to sleep in another room. Shelby sat on the steps in the den staring at the spot where he had last heard the critter. After a few hours of this, Shelby finally figured out that he could hear the thing much more clearly in the bathroom, and that it seemed a lot more likely that he might be able to get through the walls than the ceiling. So, he spent the rest of the evening sniffing and staring at various points on the bathroom wall. Every once in a while there'd be some increased scurrying and scratching sounds and Shelby would pounce at the spot they seemed to be coming from.
So far we haven't caught that wascly wabbit or whatever it is, but we're holding out hope. And Jennifer has challenged us by asking what good is it to have cats if they don't keep the mice and things out of the house. Our counterargument is that it's not technically in the house, just in the walls. If it would come out and play, we're sure we'd be able to take care of it right away.