Meeses
Moodstruck has a mousey story, so shall I?

I shall.

I once had a mouse in my old house (oh whatta louse) when I didn't have a spouse (who was also a louse).

*ahem*

I heard scratching above my head and looked up to find a mouse clinging to the wood framing around the ceiling, staring down at me with those black eyes like I was today's lunch!

Yes, I fear being chewed by a wee mouse. I don't know, perhaps he could be trained to remove some of this and some of that. A true nip and tuck. His reward? A Cheese puff.

I grabbed a wooden bat and proceeded to beat it to death.

Ok, ok. I missed the body and hit the tail, propelling the mouse to the floor and he scurried into my kitchen.

Next time we saw him, or one of his army, he was running across the livingroom floor so I threw my cat "Fatty" on him. She freaked out and seemed to say, "Ewww... What IS this thing?!"

She'd never moved so fast in her lumpy life.

And I thought cats were bred for catching mice, not running from them. My bad.

- posted by Ginxy @ 4/08/2004 08:32:00 AM