Rannie is walking down the hall singing the mouse baby song again. I don't know exactly what the song is for; a series of plaintive wails as she roams the house with one of her mouse babies in her mouth.
We call them "mouse babies" because of the way she plays with them, alternating between treating them as prey substitutes and as kitten dollies. Yesterday, for example, she made a production of "moving the kittens", carrying the mouse babies one after the other to a nest she'd made in the comforter on Bobbi's bed and curling up around them and doing a little grooming on one.
She's never had kittens, so it's kinda cute.