While we were out getting groceries, Pippin, normally fat and lazy, made his move. Yes, underneath the fat exterior and utters, Pippin does still have cat instincts.
The mouse CNN tower's lid lay asunder, Pippin, and utters, were lazing by the fireplace with a satisfied look.
I bravely donned a pair of gallon sized ziplock bags, and jumped into action. "Cyrus, get me a pencil, STAT! Cy, Pencil! Really, get me a pencil!!!"
Cy, calmly asks "sharpened or unsharpened?" and then "Pippin ate my cute mice, can we get a puppy?"
After finally getting a pencil, it was determined that both mice were in fact snuggled down in their den of filth...for now.