I hear a distinctly mouse-like scurrying from the kitchen. Four, round, cat-eyes are watching the cupboard where the trap is. Sure enough, there is the mouse. In the trap. Hmmm. To free or not to free? The cats are watching my every move. I decide to free the mouse. Patter out to the courtyard. In my PJs. Let the mouse go. Back to the apartment, the four cat-eyes are looking at me reproachfully. I reset the trap, just in case. We all stretch, curl up and go back to sleep.
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