We were sitting in K and A’s living room when one of their cats brought up what we thought was a toy mouse from the basement. Kitty dropped it onto the floor and when it started moving, we realized it was real. Seeing this, A picked up Kitty and K went for the mouse. His plan was to grab it by the tail and take it outside. Mouse panicked and took off motoring across the living room floor, at one point running under AK, who was sitting on the floor and leaning on the couch, and caused me to retract completely onto my chair and mutter something that sounded suspiciously like “oh, fuck this”.
Mouse headed into K’s office, 90 degrees off of the living room. K started after it, grabbing a nine iron en route. AK got up from the floor and went after K. He’s immediately followed by A, who’s still holding and praising Kitty for catching the mouse. I stayed on my chair, exchanging glances with the other cat, Sheba. (Hers said “ew, a mouse. Gross.”)
After a few moments I went in to see what was going on. K and AK had Mouse cornered between the wall and bookcase, K keeping it there with the club. The “catch” part of their catch and release plan was lacking terribly, though, and they had no idea of how to get Mouse out of the corner. A was still holding a struggling Kitty, who looked at me like “If this crazy woman would put me down I could help here”.
The cat made it to the floor and into the narrow opening when Mouse was. Totally desperate at this point, Mouse made a run for it and chanced going under Kitty. It worked – Mouse had four or five catless seconds to run. Kitty finally saw it again and chased it down one side of the hallway and back up the other before making the capture. A then scooped Kitty up, causing her to drop Mouse. K bent down and reached for the tail and Mouse made one final attempt at freedom, only to run head (nose?) first into a shelving unit. K grabbed it by the tail and took it outside.
Just like in a cartoon. Only funnier.