Sometimes the cats start hissing at each other. This time, there was a reason. They were fighting over a mouse toy… or something.
“It’s a real mouse!” my wife hollered. “It’s an actual mouse! Get it!”
We paused the lousy movie we were watching and went into the adjacent dining room. By that time Lucy had the mouse in her mouth, with Torii standing by just in case she needed help.
“We might as well leave this to the professionals,” I said.
(In the end, I rescued the mouse and let it go outside.)