For Mickey it was the best of times, and then.... it wasnt so good. Few nites back, I heard the distinctive sound of a mouse in the house. I said we have to take action. Marie and I agreed to get a humane electronic device that would encourage the mouse to leave. Then, Finley the Cat captured him and brought him to Marie-still alive. Marie named him Mickey and said we had to make amends to the poor creature. Not joking. Anyway, she brings Mickey up the bedroom and lets him sleep between us. But he was restless. M goes downstairs and returns with a chunk of my Cento sharp provolone. I thought, M knew I was hungry! What a wife!. But, she said it was for Mickey-it would calm him. A processed piece of Kraft American wasnt good enough? Anyway, Mickey was happy and went to bed. A few hours later, I woke up because my nose itched. Mickey was sitting on my head and his tail was twitching against my nose. Now, I had enough. I said it was the mouse or me. M said she would think it over. I reminded her that I was covered by life insurance and Mickey was not. In the morning she said I could stay and carried Mickey outside but set up a box, with a blanket and food- more of my cheese! Thought things were fine. But tonite puppy brought in Mickey-and he was deceased. Puppy would not have done it-probably was one of stray cats that hangs out in my yard. We all felt terrible. We should have done more. We will set up a trust fund for his family. Lots of Cento will go into the account. Thus, if u find a mouse in the house, be kind-they need a home too.
Posted on: Sun, 14 Dec 2014 06:06:41 +0000
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