"A mouse. A MOUSE. We have A MOUSE in the dining room. A MOUSE." Where the heck is his sense of urgency?
"Okay. Get the cats." he groggily replies.
"I did. They aren't doing anything but watch it."
"Well, what do you want me to do?" he says trying as hard as he can not to wake up. Let's see, I'd like to to pet it, sing to it, maybe dress it up in barbie clothes-
"CATCH IT!" I reply, to the point of frustration.
He stumbles out of bed and stands at the dining room entrance while I lift up the dog bowl the mouse is under.