Here kitty, kitty

Yesterday, I wanted to go to a tango class. Then, I was supposed to go to a milonga with a couple friends. I bailed on both. No bailè.

Though, there was a little health difficulty that started resolving itself yesterday, and I just wasn't in a state of, umm, comfort to want to go dancing. Let's just say that eating *too* much meat is not a good thing... Not a good thing at all.

Instead, I worked on some writing. Oh, and this was after hanging out with some others on the patio, and keeping an eye out for the mouse.

We need a cat.

I was sitting at the patio table, eating a little salad, when the others (5-6) started pointing and yelling. There is a high brick wall, partially covered in vine-y shrubbery behind the table. The mouse was running down the wall. The noise caused it to go back up. I quickly moved to the other side of the table, dislodging someone from their chair (not to worry, they grabbed another chair and sat next to me -- not on the other side of the table). The patio is quite long, and eventually the mouse came down further down the patio.

So, it's nice there are plants and trees and such [in planters] on the patio. However, it's not nice as it gives ample places for the ""$)=(· mouse to hide. We saw it running about a couple times.

Have I mentioned we need a cat?

Said mouse has been running along the top of the wall for about a week now. I saw it for the first time a couple nights ago. The German guys call it 'she'. I just can't help but thinking of the 'She' in Lord of the Rings. Though, this 'she' is most definitely less likely to kill and maim. It just startles and frightens.

I hate mice and rats. That is: zero tolerance.

I squeak when I see them (yes, this happened last night).

I have been known to stand on chairs upon sighting a mouse (though, this has not yet happened at the residence).

I really want a cat.