Nighttime entertainment (for the cat)

The cat was vocalizing last night. I told him to shut up, he quieted down a bit, then started banging around, followed by a near ultrasonic, panicked squeaking. Great, he's found a mouse. Ugh, just be quiet with the thing, I'm just gonna put a pillow over my head.

It wasn't too bad, there were about 3 episodes of 2 minutes of banging and squeaking. This morning he was staring under the drawers, and at some point during the day he nailed the thing; Jenn found him sitting on the bed proudly, with the dead mouse lying on the floor. Onto the compost heap it went.