Woke up to the sound of my cat chasing a MOUSE in my room at 3 in the morning so I screamed like no other and now my parents expect me to go back to sleep and wait till the morning to do something... EXCUSE ME?

Current status: sitting with my blankets overhead with the lights on, occasionally cringing whenever I hear the mouse squeak

My dog passed away last month. I’m praying she didn’t come back as this mouse. I know she always wanted to be small, but this has gone too far.

Went to my grandmother’s room for safety. THAT was a mistake. WOKE UP TO MY OTHER CAT CHASING IT. SCREAMED AGAIN. Still not dealing with it till the morning.

Update: it’s a baby squirrel and there’s two of them

My other cat is throwing it up in the air. Now my mom is shouting.

Last night, there was an actual BABY MOUSE in my house. My cat killed it and I screamed so much that I scared him into running to the attic. I wrote my cat an apology note and gave it to him. He’s my hero, but mice still freak me out.

ANOTHER MOUSE IN THE HOUSE: I can’t believe I still have to continue this thread. This baby mouse managed to make it out alive!

Final update: my other cat murdered the baby squirrel between 5-6 this morning. Left it in the dining room for everyone to see.