After I got out of bed this morning and went to the bathroom to dress because B was still sawing logs in the bedroom, I found this note waiting for me on the top of the toilet tank: “Be careful – there might be a dead mouse somewhere.”
B gave me the full story later on: Last night she heard Scooter and Sparky hissing at each other in a way that was not normal. When she went to investigate, they were playing keepaway with a mouse under the dining room table. By the time she got back with something to scoop up the mouse, Sparky had stolen away with the mouse to the living room, where he was flipping it in the air by the tail and batting it around on the floor. Try as she might, B couldn’t distract Sparky with anything to get the mouse away from him, and that’s when she wrote the note. Then she either came up with a new idea to distract him or he got tired enough of the now-dead mouse, and B threw it away, forgetting about the note.