Why We Have 2 Cats

I'm not a cat person. I am more of a dog person. I wouldn't have a cat if it weren't for the mice. That is why we got a cat in the first place. The cat we have is awesome. I feed it like once a week and it doesn't beg for attention, but it does catch mice very well. Since we got our cat our mouse problem has been very minimal. Well, last week it became very necessary to get another cat. Now we have 2 cats. Jacob loves the new little kitty and is so cute with her, hence this cute photo.
The reason we decided to get another cat is because...are you ready?...I touched a dead mouse with my bare hand. Yes. You read that right. With my bare hand. How, you might ask? I was cleaning up my bedroom and I thought I could smell something a little off but just thought it was Clay's dirty socks. I was getting things out from under my bed when I thought I saw one of Jacob's missing church socks. I reached under the bed and picked it us and immediately realized that it was a mouse. A dead mouse. In my house. Honestly. I dropped it and ran around the house screaming bloody murder. Luckily Clay was home so he was able to take care of it, but I was certain that I was going to die. I washed my had so much I think I rubbed all the skin off. Honestly. This sort of thing shouldn't happen to me. I hate mice so bad. I am still very traumatized by this whole experience. Obviously the cat isn't doing it's job very well so we had to adopt reinforcements. Hopefully between the two of them they can make sure this doesn't ever happen again.

Moral of the story: Even if you hate cats, one cat is never enough. And mice stink. And I'm glad to be alive. I hate mice.