Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

Another lost day -- had things to do, including a fresh try at arranging a ride to Bowie, but my body decided not to cooperate. But that's not what I sat down to write about.

I just got up from the blue bedroom, where I'd been surfing where I could lie down. As I walked past the green bedroom, I saw a mousie on the bed. It looked almost exactly like Perrine's favourite type of toy, except that it was less chewed-up looking, the eyes looked more realistic, and after a couple of seconds the tail twitched. Unfortunately my reaching for the camera that was also on the bed distracted Perrine who was about a foot away, and the mouse made it all the way off the bed (after three tries). Perrine vanished a moment later into the pile of stuff on the side of the room near the closet -- #blink# no more mouse, then *poof* no more cat. So I went downstairs to get a flash to put on the camera. I figure there's at least an 80% chance the mouse will reappear when Perrine does, sometime in the next ten or fifteen minutes.

I wonder whether she'll kill this one.

I also wonder where she got it. Did she find it in the bedroom (yes, mice are occasionally audible in that bedroom and she caught one there before) or did she find it in the kitchen and carry it upstairs to play with it on the bed?

While it's not too late to do anything tonight, I'm in bad enough shape that I'm going to just give up and hope I can accomplish everything I need to do tomorrow. I have a very small quantity of drugs, but am afraid to use them up because I have no idea when I'll be able to get more -- so I'm surrendering to the migraine and hoping I can sleep it off or something. And hoping that my elbow doesn't hurt so badly that I need the Vicodin for my performances over the weekend. Wish me luck.

And wish my adorable killing machine luck too. Yay for a reduced mousie population.

UPDATE 20:40 -- Perrine resurfaced without the mouse; wandered around that side of the bedroom for a while in an agitated, obviously hunting, state;poked her nose under various things; looked at me like she wanted my help (I moved a few bags out of her way); and finally gave up a couple of minutes ago. I wish she didn't get so cocky when playing with her prey. Then again, I'm not sure whether she sees "prey" or "toy" when she hunts a mouse. (Yes, I'm aware that the categories overlap somewhat for cats, but you probably know what I mean.) But she's pretty cute when she's hunting.