So...gage crawled into bed with me at 6am and started smothering my face so he could rub my earlobe (that's his comfort thing). Suddenly, he heard my phone chime for a text message, so he launched over me to grab it and yelled "mom you have a text!" Her it is:
Yes, it was savannah texting me from the iPad to say "mom, there's a mouse in my room". Her room, of course, looks like a bomb went off. So, we followed the cats and started pulling things out from under her bed. After a few minutes of searching, I said we would put out a mousetrap later. I went downstairs to make coffee and take pepper out. Not long after, she came outside with a yellow cup and a pair of kitchen tongs. Yep, she had caught the mouse, using the same technique I used to catch the last one.
