So I was doing laundry...

downstairs in our scary dungeon, and Samson the cat (see below)

always likes to be down there. It is a struggle to get him back upstairs. Well, last night I see him go flying back up the stairs, before me! I didn't think too much of it, but I should've.

A few hours later, as I was almost asleep on the couch, I hear a loud bang and look to see a mouse running across my floor with Samson chasing it, towards me! I started screaming and it suddenly clicked why Samson was so eager to get back upstairs to play with his new toy. Roughly 4 or 5 hours later, and after a few heating vents were demolished by Jeremy, the mouse was finally dead. And no, Samson didn't kill it. Samson got uninterested in his new toy and was falling asleep. So much for the killer cat...