We are being invaded!

Well, the mouse hunt was a bust, dang it!!!! I stared until my tiny eyes felt like marbles. Shade thinks they went through the wall behind the heater and out. That wall is 3 feet thick with logs and cement so I doubt it. Maybe I maimed it in the preceeding chase and it is in there...dead. I am sure the PM will find out soon enough, her and her blasted super sniffer. That happened once before and the mouse crawled into one of the wee one's play kitchen, before it kicked the bucket. Yeah, not too pretty...a week later.

Well I want to introduce you to some beasts that arrived over the weekend. I am not quite sure what they do, but most of them don't look too friendly. Maybe they have sent in some recruits to aid me in the mouse hunt. They are a pretty quiet bunch though.



I stand my ground...not making eye contact...ignoring. That seems to works for Cesar Milan and those woofies. I am the pack leader, right? Is that how it goes with us felines? I don't know. I boss Shade around, doesn't that count for something?

It seems they are now ignoring ME.

Can I help you fellas with anything? You lost? Need to use the phone? Directions to the coffee shop? No?

I THINK ONE JUST BLINKED!!!!