With three teeth, does that mean he'll have to just talk it into leaving instead?

Me: Okay, Otis, I'm going back to bed. *dives into bed*
Otis: *yowling even more so than usual considering I just had to get up to feed him because he wouldn't leave me alone, pacing back and forth in front of the TV stand*
Me: Uh, are you doing that for the reason I think you're doing that?
Otis: *yowls and peeks behind the TV stand*
Mouse: *peeks out*
Me: Oh, wow, we have a mouse! And you're chasing it! *jumps out of bed* Ooo, catch it, Otis!
Otis: *yowls happily and runs over to wind between my legs*
Mouse: *scurries off through the office*
Me: *headsmack*

Now I don't want to go back to sleep because God only knows the mess I might find on my carpets when I wake up. If Otis and his three teeth can tear his toy cow to shreds given enough time, I'd hate to think what he'll do to some poor mouse I'd much rather just catch and dump out in the yard behind the apartment building.

The funny thing is my parents currently have a mice problem as well. You know, the people with the six cats. Apparently the cat most excited about this development is Spencer, the most friendly one, who's small and compact and really just built like the Siamese version of a terrier. He's being very professional and serious about the whole thing as if he's secretly been studying mice his whole life and now he has a chance to put his master's degree in mice to good use. Spencer's been spazzing because they won't let him catch one, probably because the only cat who has caught a mouse in the past is Owen, and really, who wants to be one-upped by the biggest dork you know?

So, yeah. Now I have to go buy a mouse trap. Greeeeeat.

EDIT: Aaaaand I just remembered that Otis is probably doing me a favor waking me up this early, because the Steamtown Marathon is going to run past my house in about a half an hour in all of its noisy irritating glory.

Okay, so maybe it's a good thing Otis woke me up.

There is a man running the Steamtown Marathon in a pink T-shirt, bright pink running shoes, and a pink tutu.

Well, I don't know who's going to come in first in the race, but I definitely know who's winning Best Dressed. :)

(Is it wrong that it made me feel relieved to see people wearing headphones and iPods? Like, "Oh, thank God, I was afraid they didn't get to listen to music while they ran." Which is silly, because that should only matter if I'm running, which I can assure you I am not. You know, unless chased by something large and hungry.)