We had a mouse in the house.  Get them catz sayz I.  Make them earn
their keep sayz the wife.  Cats can't seem to fathom what all the fuss
is about.  Next day I sees the mouse.  I pick up the cat and carry him
to the mouse.  The cat sees the mouse.  Cat is not impressed.  Okay,
its just a little mouse, but did he have to act like it was a piece of
furniture?  I introduce cat to mouse.  Cat sniffs mouse...could have
kissed the damn thing...and then walks away!  Okay, that's it, I'll
catch the mouse.  Mouse finally gets active and sprints under the TV
where I get distracted and forget about the mouse.  I continue to
berate the dogs and the cats about the mouse.  They keep looking at me
like I'm out of my mind...but harmless.  (I don't mind folks thinking
I'm out of my mind, but I don't like being regarded as harmless).
Later I come running down the stairs for some now forgotten reason and
damn near step on a dark spot at the bottom that turns out to be two
tiny mice huddling together.  I grab a towel scoop up the varmints and
deposit them out doors...where they will no doubt make another run for
the house.  Meanwhile the dog...the big black one with no previous
history of being a mouser...shows up gumming a mouse.  Mouse didn't
survive.

Pardon me, I'm pissed off at my staff again.  I mean its one thing that
they sleep on company time, but mousing is mandatory!  I should dock
them all a days pay and cancel their vacations and holidays...and this
after Sparky ate someone she shouldn't have and ran up another vet bill!

I gotta go.

-jc

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