Good cat, bad cat.

Well the bat didn't stay hidden for long. Monday evening we were all sitting at the kitchen table playing a game when we heard an unusual noise that we knew was the bat. We sat quietly to listen for where the sound came from and saw our fearless feline Maui emerge from the basement with the bat in his mouth (GOOD CAT, the bat is no longer loose in the house.) My kids all ran to the bats rescue. My son grabbed the cat; the cat dropped the bat and my son threw the cat into my bedroom and shut the door. Then he locked the the dog in another room to get her out of the way and I ran to grab a pair of gloves. The bat did not seem hurt and began flying in circles around my living room with all of us watching. We were hoping it would land so we could catch it but it didn't appear to have plans of landing anytime soon so we threw a light blanket over it and then carefully picked it up with gloves. It tried to escape and even bit the gloves but fortunately it's teeth were too small to be able to bite through the gloves. We took a couple of pictures, set it loose in our yard and watched it fly up into a tree. When we let the cat out of my bedroom he ran to where the bat had been and sniffed around for his treasure. I think he was mad at us for stealing his fun because when we went back to our game he went and left a puddle for us at the bottom of our stairs...BAD CAT!