You touch the catnip mouse, I kill you.

There is a new catnip mouse on the loose.

The old one was really grubby and starting to smell.

So I got a new one.

Vinnie was beside himself.

He licked it, he bit it, he kicked it to within an inch of its life with his back legs and rubbed himself all over it.

The mood changed drastically when Scooter started to edge towards it.

Vinnie is now laying on it.

It seems this is his new mouse.

Luckily I bought two.