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Siada and Isis are proven Mousers. Malik, at a very tender age, landed his first bat. Layla is trying hard, but seems to need some lessons from the rest of the clowder. We live in a log cabin in the forest. The occasional mouse is a fact of life. I know there has been one poking around recently because Layla has been been spending extra time stalking through the kitchen, looking under the counters and behind boxes and cases of seltzer. This weekend there was a long moment of dead silence (usually the first warning a Savannah owner gets when something is going very, very wrong), so I started to look around and count heads. Siada was on Papa, Malik was on the chair, and no Layla anywhere. A glance in the kitchen let me know that she was sitting next to the cat food, staring intently at the underside of the cupboard. At a mouse. Yes, sitting right there, looking back at her, a scant six inches from her nose. She turned and looked at me. Layla: WHAT IS IT Me: A Mouse. Layla Beans, get it! Layla (looking at the mouse): IT STOLE MY CRUNCHIES! Layla: ITS LOOKING AT ME! Layla: WHAT DO I DO??? Mouse: That's it, I have entered the twilight zone. (Bolts for cover while Layla is staring at me in bewilderment.) Layla: I SAW A MOUSIE, BEST DAY EVER!
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