The Saga Continues

At 4:45 I woke to the sound of chewing. I tried to lean over Scott and grope for the flashlight he keeps on his night stand (I know that sounds dirty but it's not, this time, I promise). He woke up and I said "I think the mouse is at the foot of the bed." We sat up in the pitch-black darkness and listened to the little critter munching away at our walls.
Pip was lying in a fluffy curl at my feet. I hissed at her "PIP! Wake up!! Get the MOOUUUSSSSE!" Pip does not like to be awakened. Scott started to poke her and as soon as she was awake enough to, she fought back, swatting at his hands every time he poked. Finally we urged her up and she jumped down to stare at the wall wherein the mouse continued to chew.
After turning our light on to be sure that the mouse was at least on the other side of a wall from us, we settled back in to sleep, serenaded by the chewing sounds and the purring of cats.
This Is Not Over.