This morning I staggered into the bathroom and found a mouse in the toilet. No, not a real mouse, but one of Buddy's favorite fuzzy jingly mouse toys, floating in the toilet. The toilet that hadn't been flushed yet, as in 'if it's yellow, let it mellow' not flushed. At first glance I thought that it was something that does belong in the toilet and was trying to remember what we had eaten for dinner, since it was neon orange in color.
At second glance, I realized it was Buddy's mouse.
I debated as to whether to try to flush it down, but didn't want to clog up the toilet with a fuzzy mouse (try explaining that to the plumber you'll have to call to fix the toilet) so I very gingerly picked it up by the tail and tossed it into the trash. I guess if I had been more awake I would have gotten the tongs to rescue the mouse, but I just reached in there and got it out with a little 'ugh' shudder. (Yes, I washed my hands after, at least I think I did, it was first thing in the morning after all, and I wasn't very alert yet.)
This is the same fuzzy mouse that I've found in the water dish about three times. Do they think it's not clean enough or dead enough and they've been trying to drown it? Since I kept rescuing it from the water dish, did they think they'd better go for a bigger body of water to drown that mouse once and for all? Who knows what goes through the minds of these silly cats.