A bit of excitement at my condo this evening. Doug and I were headed out to dinner and we were rounding up the kitties in the garage, but Archie wouldn't move. He was growling and then grabbed SOMETHING in his mouth and dashed into the house. Well, he had killed a little critter. He ran into the dining room and was backed into a corner growling at the other cats, but he dropped it on the floor for me. I grabbed some paper towels and picked it up. It didn't look like a mouse. Dark gray fur, short bottle brush tail with a white tip, face and feet were wrong. By my research, I think it was a northern short-tailed shrew. RIP little shrew. Your fatal mistake was to come into MY garage. And I am glad none of the kitties tried to eat it. Apparently it has stinky glands under the skin and the saliva can be poisonous!! It wouldn't kill a cat but it would not have been fun if Arch or one of the others had been bitten trying to get this little guy.