Today we took the little car to the Mini dealership in Winston-Salem to get the oil changed. We then had lunch at a great wine bar called "6th and Vine", before strolling around Old Salem where I purchased a small bird bath.
When we got home Edith was running around the sofa, peering under it and generally acting like there was a mouse underneath it. Probably because there was a mouse underneath it. About half way through "Project Runway" (TiVo'd from last night) she caught the rodent, and started running aimlessly around the room, mostly trying to avoid us because she knew we would take if away from her. I caught Edith, and she immediately dropped the mouse.
Doc C saw it go onto the bathroom, so we ushered Edith in there after it because we knew we wouldn't be able to catch it. This was a good strategy, because it turned out to be a really fierce mouse; at one point both cats were in the bathroom, the mouse walked up to Nancy, reared up onto it's legs so it could go nose-to-nose with her and then the tiny little thing hissed in Nancy's face. Yikes.
Not long after that Edith caught the mouse for a second time; we were able to get her to the front door before making her drop it outside, and letting it run away. We praised her like crazy, and she spent the rest of the evening double-checking the living room for anything else she could hunt. There was a leaf that she took some frustration out on, but no other rodents inside the house. Which may have disappointed her, but I'm quite pleased about personally.