Erin sat at the computer nursing the baby while Joan (our useless cat) and I hunted for a mouse. It had just run from under the couch to the bookshelf in the corner.
Me: I think we've got 'im, Joan.
Joan: (lays down, starts purring)
I flushed the mouse out of the corner. It ran for the first dark space it saw.
Erin: Where is it?
Me: (dancing, kicking) UP MY PANT LEG!