Last night when I went to bed, my dad came running upstairs, saying "Mika caught a mouse!"
I thought that daddy was kidding, then I thought about it, and actually thought that it was true, because he told me all about it and I heard a big crash.
The crash was Mika capturing the mouse in the kitchen.
She chased it into the bathroom and it ran into a hole behind the sink, but Mika was waiting for it and caught it again and they severely injured it and brought it into the living room and started playing with it.
It died because she was playing with it so hard. My dad used a plastic bag and threw it outside.
I think if Mika can catch a bat -- she caught a flying bat earlier this summer -- she can catch anything.