OH MY GOD i was so traumatised last night, just thinking about it now makes me want to cry. my evil psycho bitch cat, skye, brought in a little baby mouse. okay, cats are nocturnal predators and whatnot, but she just goes psycho with the mouse hunting gig. she took the mouse under a chair by the stairs and left it there, shivering and scared. i saw her come into the kitchen to get a drink of water and then run back out to the chair, so i followed her to find out what the commotion was. and i saw her tussling with the poor little mouse. so i smacked her away and moved the chair so i could get to it. i picked it up and started stroking it to comfort it. i named it norman, later found out it was a girl and changed it to alice. anyway, i put her into a shoebox that i filled with sawdust-like-stuff and kept her in my room. at about 1 o'clock this morning i checked on her, i picked her up and held her in my hand. i was stroking her for about 5 minutes and all of a sudden she died. in my hand. and i cried. moving on. i also read a pretty good graphic novel thing last night, pretty much a collection. transmetropolitan: lust for life. i think it's the second book in the series. it's awesome. i must acquire more. anyhow, i'm too traumatised to write anymore. later days. : P