There was something fuzzy in the toe of my slipper when I put it on this morning. It felt like the shearling wool was bunched up or something. I reached in and tried to smooth it out, but it was something I couldn’t flatten. I tried to pull it out but couldn't get a finger on it. I looked in and thought to myself “That's a foot.” It was a mouse. It was alive.
The cat, #PrincesTigerLily, likes to sleep on my slippers. Sometimes with her face in one of them. She is a weird cat. This is new tho. We don't think she chased the mouse in there. We think she caught it somewhere in the house and put it there for safe-keeping overnight and then couldn't get it out again. The slipper was not where I put it when I went to bed last night. She is a consummate mouser, and this kind of thing is well within her skillset and temperment.