Early this morning, in bed, I felt a series of small, quick taps moving down my right arm. I reached over with my left to investigate, and my hand gently closed around a tiny, warm, slightly agitated section of blanket. Something was inside, something with a heartbeat.

I leaned over to Lauren and woke her up, pulling her hand over to feel what I had found.

She agreed. A mouse. Which surprised us. The cat shouldn't have let mice into our bed.

We fell asleep.

And then we woke up, in an apartment both catless and mouseless. As far as we know, anyway.