I Have Mouse

Well, I don't have one now.

I've thrown out the body Grayling brought me. Good ole Grayling! She'd been playing all around the dining room. I could hear the skittering and leap landings. When I looked, she was playing with, I thought, one of the catnip mice. She batted it once or twice more, pouncing on it and sniffing at it. When it rolled to a spot too near Trooper's tail, she hesitated and, then, sat down. She looked up at me. I decided I'd just move it away from him so she could go on playing when I realized this was a real mouse. With great surprise and pleasure, I told her what a good kitty she is. This, I repeated again and again. She just sat and soaked in my praise. When she was satisfied, she walked away and I got a plastic bag to remove the evidence of her good kittyhood.

Since then, I always remind her that she's the good kitty and she seems to like that phrase. She jumps up onto the futon and speaks to me or, if she's on the futon, she gets up and faces me, stretches gracefully and meows a message in her sweet little voice.

I know mice have all sorts of access but I have to wonder if this mouse didn't come in through the front door. Friday morning, I found the door open. Friday night, Grayling brought me her gift.