It's late at night. Tired, long day, get back after midnight. In my
bedroom slippers. Knew there were little mousies on the floor. Keep
stepping on one by the kitchen sink but not bother to turn on the main
light to see.

Wake up. She is beside me, clawing the wastebasket liner as usual.
Claw-claw-claw and then eyeballs me. Claw-claw-claw which is
shred-shred-shred, eyeball-eyeball-eyeball. What does she want. I get
up sometimes and it's not food. Not food? Play time? This time she
clawed the plastic liner out of the basket and is meatloafing on it as
she claws and eyeballs me right next to my face on the pillow. That's
cute. I get up out of bed.

Go to kitchen, ewwwww. It's a real mouse with no head I was stepping on
last night in the dark. Mighty huntress.