So, Ri has been spending a lot of time lately staring under the oven.  From on top of the counter and from on the floor.  Sunday, I walked into the kitchen as he was in pouncing mode, just in time to see him attack the oven.  Hit his head on it.

Now, I had figured there was something under there, and after that little display I had to find out what it was.  (Note:  I assumed some sort of bug.  Or possibly a small snake.)  When I pulled the range out to clean behind it, do you know what I found?  Mouse droppings!

I called the landlord today, to tell them this.  I was asked, "So, I guess a mouse from outside is getting in the house?"  Gee, ya think?