This all began happening about tweny minutes ago. I should warn that we are all fine...well, at least physically.

So here I am laying in my bed. It's 6:30 A.M., meaning that I still have at least an HOUR and A HALF to sleep. I was soundly asleep when I felt someting on my foot. It was the third toe of my right foot. It kind of felt like a cat claw, just batting at my toe. Which wouldn't have been unusual at all because my cats do that all night long. I just happened to look down, and I noticed that there was no cat on my bed. I got VERY freaked out. I turned on my bedside lamp only to see a MOUSE. I had just been bitten by  mouse. A little, brown, ugly, dirty, gross, filthy, pungy, mouse. I was still groggy, so I just fell back asleep. That was dumb. AGAIN, with the mouse biting. Same toe and everything. I sat straight up and proceeded to yell "You better run little mousy because your life is going to end very soon and very abruptly." Little did I know at the time, I was almost right!
Just then my mom came into my room and asked why I was up and talking to myself. I told her the story. She immediately rushed me upstairs to practically scrub the skin off of my foot. I decided to come back down to bed. Barring the fact there were going to be no more mouse sightings. I hoped ever so much...that the mouse was history. About five minutes later, my mom came down to tell me she was leaving for work. She kissed me goodbye, walked out the door, and CAME RIGHT BACK IN! She said "Kate...kate...get out here." Whispering all this of course... I slowly got up and got out of my bed. Walked out into our den and there was my cat, mouse in mouth! I shouted "I TOLD YOU SO MOUSY!!!!!!!!" But then...oh, that crazy cat, she spits out the mouse who, apparently isn't dead yet! My mom and I freaked out. She told me to get a broom. A broom? What were we going to do with a broom? It was better than nothing. When I came back, she had him cornered under the sofa. I handed her the broom and I tipped the sofa over. The mouse scurried right between MY legs. We spent a good fifteen minutes chasing that mouse around our den. Keep in mind, it was about 6:40 at this point. I yelled for my dad and he came down. The mouse was in the middle of the floor. My dad was on the steps...It was a perfect Luke & Chris in the town square moment. The mouse darts, my dad follows...he got away. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, the mouse is on the loose. He got into our utility room and who knows where he went from there. My dad just put down some poison in my room. I don't know if I can sleep in here anymore. It was just my foot this time, who knows what it could be next time!