Choose your own Misadventure

We came home yesterday evening to find yet another "present" from the cat. Q screamed like a little girl and ran up the stairs (option A). I repeated yesterday's steps and threw the mouse away. Judging by the fact that they were scattered across the floor, I'm pretty sure that the mouse spent some time in one or more of my shoes. We've taken to shaking out our footwear lately, like we're in the desert and watching for scorpions only instead of a desert it's a frozen city and instead of a scorpion it's a dead rodent. Same difference.

Part of me is concerned that there are mice. The other isn't so concerned since they're being caught by the cats. At least it gives them something to do.