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Tonight we learned that our cat, Olaf, while very cute, is not the finest mouser in the world. Having spotted a mouse, he walked up to it and gently poked it with his paw a couple of times to see if it would play. At that point it ran off. Olaf was disappointed.

Unfortunately, grabbing something to catch said mouse in involved letting it out of my sight, so no telling where it's gotten to. Living out in the woods as we do, it was pretty much inevitable we'd see one sooner or later.

At least this finally answers the question why all week long Olaf has been staking out the laundry room at all hours of the day and night despite no apparent reason for it.

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