Anya’s new favorite song to sing is “Three Blind Mice.” We don’t sing it around here much; it’s not really requested very often. Perhaps it’s a daycare favorite?

This morning I walked into the living room and found a dead mouse on the floor. I mentioned it to Andy, and he told me how in the wee hours of the night he and the cats chased down three mice. I’m not sure if they were blind, but they must have been pretty stupid to come into a house with nine cats. Bob dropped the second dead mouse in the bed, and the third dead mouse was in the hallway.

That makes a total of five dead mice we’ve found in the last few weeks.

Okay, mice, listen up. I know it’s cold out there. And there’s all that snow in the way. But really…if you want any hope at survival, DO NOT enter this house. You don’t stand a chance of making it through til dawn.