Yesterday I stripped the bed and put the duvet cover and sheets in the wash. In doing so I must have rustled up some serious bedmice!

The bedding wasn't dry by the time I was tired, so I went to bed with the plain down comforter. Sam suddenly FLEW down the hall, into the bedroom, up and over the bed, leapt back up and pounced on my tummy (OW!) and then proceeded to pounce-pounce-pounce-pounce-pounce all over the bed as if he had springs for feet!

Then, once he had scared the bedmice out of hiding he attacked the edges of the comforter. He found MANY bedmice on my feet, especially around my toes, which accidentally got bitten in the process of catching them. Jasper was sleeping by my head and just sat and watched Sam like he was positively nuts. He doesn't believe in bedmice, and often scoffs at his brothers for hunting them.

This spurred Sam on, he now had to PROVE the existence of the bedmice to his big brother. He stuck his paws under the edge of the comforter, while he bit from the top. Again he caught my feet a few times, this time catching them with his paws under the covers and then biting them through the comforter. I think he caught and killed all the bedmice save for a very few. Those ran in all directions, and Calvin joined in helping him chase the stragglers all around the apartment.

Jasper must have been convinced, because he even tried to help. He thought he saw an evil bedmouse, and pounced on it (Jasper RARELY pounces!) But alas, he was mistaken. It was merely a feather that had escaped the pillows or the comforter. He ate it anyway, as escaped feathers are a tasty snack, or so the boys have all tried to show me!

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February 25, 2002