So last night Ginger and I were sitting on my bed, playing Bubble Spinner. All of a sudden she perked up and streaked into the kitchen, where she took up a stalking position. She was focused on the corner behind the trash can where I keep all my paper bags. I went in and turned on the light, and moved the trash can out of the way. Gin's eyes were as big as cannonballs, and she hadn't moved an inch. I moved a few more things, and she crept closer to the wall but I still couldn't see anything back there. I pulled out about half of the paper bags, and still nothing. Then I shoved the rest of them to the side and stepped back. Gin cocked her head, then darted forward and re-emerged with a FUCKING MOUSE IN HER MOUTH. It was tiny and gray, and its little arms and legs were all splayed out frozen. I don't think Gin really knew what to do with it, after all she's been a house cat for the last eight years. She carried the mouse into the living room and sat in the middle of the carpet with it in her mouth. I probably should have been finding a box or something to trap it in, but I was too busy scrambling to get my camera to take a photo of my little girl's big day. She actually caught a mouse! This from a cat who once lost a moth in her own whiskers! I celebrated too soon, though, as Gin then set the mouse down, and it ran into the closet. WTF? I mean I've heard about cats liking to play with their food before they eat it, but they're not supposed to actually lose it!
So anyway, we spent the next half hour or so pulling things out of the closet, hoping to give Gin another chance. But honestly, there's just too much damn crap in that closet. I opted instead to close the door, stuff a towel under it, and give myself some time to decide what to do. I am currently reading a number of websites that promise me I can build my own humane mouse trap out of household items. We'll see how that goes. Or maybe I'll just open the door and see if Gin can fulfill her cat destiny.