June 20, 2009

three cats vs. one mouse, part one

Upon seeing a mouse the size of the mice-shaped toys we buy for the cats scurrying across the window sill, I decided to test the validity of my childhood cartoons. I gathered all three of our cats and tossed them into the bedroom, locking the door. I then set the kitchen timer for an hour and played some Wii.

After the hour was up, I opened the bedroom door to check on the cats' progress. The three of them were sitting on the floor, staring up at me serenely. They were clearly ready to leave the room, and sauntered out with an air of pride and satisfaction, giving me hope that they had accomplished their mission while also making me slightly queasy at the thought of what I might find.

I noticed a lake of diet coke stretching across the top of the dresser, and an overturned plastic cup lying on the floor. There were a few tufts of dark fur floating in the coke, and another stuck to an ice cube. I started scouring the floor for anything furry, bloody, or both.

1 comment:

Jeni said...

so what happened? the mouse got away and lived happily ever after????