Divisions and Precisions

There's only one possible explanation: he's insane

Okay, so the cats have this neat cat toy. It's a fur-covered plastic mouse that hangs on a stretchy elastic cord from a door frame, in particular, my bedroom door. Rumpus's favorite game is to grab the mouse in his mouth and see how far into the living room he can stretch it, where he tries to lie down and chew on it/wrestle with it. But invariably, it gets away and rebounds with a huge snap back to the bedroom. God help me if I'm ever standing in the hallway when that happens. I'll probably get the mouse embedded in my skull and die.