Immensely aggrieved. Exited property at 6.00 am. Re-entered property at 6.05 am with a small visitor in my mouth. Deposited said visitor at my owner's feet. Owner caught sight of what at first sight appeared to be a large spider leg disappearing under the sofa cover and let out loud shriek. I immediately wished to calm her nerves and so caught and re-presented her with my offering - a small dark brown baby mouse. Further shrieking ensued. I then batted the mouse around the living room floor like Pele, letting it run and then trapping it with my paw. My owner chased around after me with various implements, scooping up the mouse until it leapt off the spoon into my catches. Eventually she trapped it under a tupperware box which I whacked about to get the mouse to move whilst my owner frantically searched for some card. At 6.15 am my treacherous owner threw the mouse outside and shut me inside. Refusing to make eye contact with her now ... meanie
I am glad you rescued it. It is such a sweet tupperware mouse. Surely you like this one, Emily?
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Gosh. What a bitter blow to lose your catch. Better luck next time - I'm sure she'll not be so speedy with the tupperware. Although it does sound as though she's a dab hand at the mouse-and-spoon race...
ReplyDeleteDear Madame Heli. Thank you for your kind words. It was a bitter blow indeed. There I was getting psyched up to 'ready, steady, commence' the mouse but meanwhile on Monday morning, or was it Tuesday, no Monday my owner was commiting grand treason by making off with my hard-won gains. Were she Catholic I would suggest ex-communication or maybe a spell in the stocks at Woodstock.
DeleteYou are right. Such a ghastly disappointment of the B squared variety. A spell in Woodstock sounds most appropriate. My owner thinks she would like to come and watch but only if she's allowed to get a nice fizzy drink and packet of crisps in the museum cafe first.
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