Ginger Kitty loves a little playtime on the bed and under the covers at bedtime but once the lights are out she quickly settles down. For the second night in a row I just could not get to sleep. Finally around 4:30 I managed to doze off but at 5:30 I was roused by Ginger crashing around the room, knocking everything in reach to the floor and having a great chase. I reached down to recover a pillow that had been pulled off the bed and revealed a very pudgie mouse hiding there. Ginger Kitty charged up and stopped to purtle at me as if she wanted to know if I was joining the game. Of course in that moment the mouse disappeared.

I was half asleep but I started shaking out the bedding to see if the varmint had concealed itself in one of the folds and Ginger Kitty gleefully buried her nose in each and every possible bolt hole. A Queen sized bed has many, many possibilities. But no mouse.

I crept back under the covers and tried to forget the mouse but a few minutes later Ginger was at my head trying to reach down into the space where the mattress almost meets the wall. I turned on a light and looked into the crack and sure enough, there the chubby rodent sat.

Ginger's front legs were just too short to reach the angle where the bed shelf met the wall and it took several minutes for me to shake off my sleep deprived fog and locate a long siphon tube for the aquarium that served to go into the other end of the crack and push mousie into a plastic shoe box I had staged at the other end. The mouse must have been stunned or exhausted because it just sat there while I retrieved the lid and closed the box. Ginger didn't see the mouse in the box so I hid it with some books on top to thwart any escape of mousie and a resumption of the chase. I was just too dazed and tired to go outside and release it. I crawled back into bed and Ginger decided the chase was done and somehow I must be at fault so she started biting my toes under the sheet. And then I heard DH asking why I was still awake at 7:30. I had been mouse hunting with Ginger for two hours and had managed only a few minutes of sleep the whole night. DH commented he was glad it was my bed and not his.

After such exercise, of course Ginger must have her breakfast and then she settled down for a nice nap. In the meantime I am a zombie again today. The Light Box has me awake enough to stagger through the rest of the day but I am wondering if Ginger is going to stage a repeat performance tonight. Sandy