Phil,

That kid and cat story was cute, centered around the mouse.

Do you still have "Mouse Balls" that you can send us, just to give us 
an even larger approach to rodents used on computers?

88's,
Reeva Parry.


Legend has it that on Monday 11/5/2007 10:32 PM, Phil Scovell said:

>Today, speaking of cats, a little cat Sandy has had for several years, named
>Amy, was horsing around, sort of speak in my office.  She rarely comes up
>into the living room because of our dogs always chasing her so she hangs out
>in my office, or in our basement, and whenever I am praying with someone, or
>listening to the radio or a talking book in a smaller room behind my main
>office space, Amy is on my lap.  She is not a very frisky cat but is more of
>a lap dog, or lap cat in this case, and she is afraid of almost everybody
>except for Sandy and me and sometimes Gretchen.  Anyhow, today Amy was
>jumping around.  Once in a blue moon, she'll get really happy and play
>around but not often but today seemed to be one of those days.  When our
>grand kids came home from school, they were outside my office playing but
>Amy was making so much noise jumping around, I stopped typing, got down on
>the floor near my guitar case in the corner where Amy was, and tried to
>figure out what she was doing.  Gretchen has cats but she keeps them in her
>apartment in our basement.  Often, however, Andrew comes up, one of
>Gretchen's cats, and he and Amy don't get along.  He is twice her size, too.
>Anyhow, I figured Amy was acting funny because the boys had run downstairs
>after school and probably let Andrew out.  So, the boys come into my office
>and are talking and one of them says, "Hey.  There's Andrew.  Get him so we
>can take him and put him back in the basement."  As they are trying to catch
>Andrew, he doesn't like being caught and put downstairs, Taylor said, "Hey.
>Look Anthony.  What does he have.  He is chasing something."  I stopped what
>I was doing and knew immediately what had been going on this afternoon in my
>office.  Andrew had a mouse.  The boys tried catching him but Andrew tore
>off down the steps into the basement to hide with his toy.  I called my 12
>year old grandson, told him to find Andrew because Andrew often goes into my
>grandson's bedroom.  I told him Andrew had a mouse.  All the boys went
>running downstairs and a couple of minutes later, little Everett, came
>upstairs with the dead, yes it was dead, mouse.  He took it out to the
>trash.  There is an empty field next to my office and mice occasionally try
>coming in this time of year to get warm or to find something to eat.  I
>asked little Everett later if it looked like the mouse was dead or did he
>look chewed up a little.  He said, "Yeh, grandpa, they had chewed him up
>pretty good."  I've seen cats do that as a kid when I was growing up.
>They'd catch a mouse and after it was dead, probably more from fright than
>anything else, the cats would carry it around and play with it like it was
>their own pet or something, haw.  We had an old cat who lived outside and
>she had a bunch of kittens all the time.  One day my dad looked outside and
>saw our cat with a mouse in the backyard.  She had her kittens all around
>her watching.  She would let the mouse go in front of them, allow it to run
>a few feet, and then go and jump on it and bring it back.  She was teaching
>her kittens to hunt.  And you thought there was no God.
>
>Phil.