Mouse - 3 Points of View - Guest Entry

Lauren:

I went to bed almost on time. I am getting over a cold, and really need my sleep. I fell asleep right away, and then Teeny, my black cat,  jumped onto the bed. He was playing with something. He does that sometimes, brings one of his toys into bed. This night it got annoying because he was jumping up and down and not settling down.

I was asleep, but Teeny kept waking me up, and this went on for hours. Then I started to hear squeaking. Teeny has squeaky mice toys that he loves, and I really, really hoped  he was playing with one of them.

I finally turned on the light, and right next to me in bed - a mouse - lying there maybe 5 inches from me. A mouse!

I went into some kind of shock.

I didn’t want to go anywhere near the mouse, although we had already spent many hours close to each other, but the alternative was having a mouse in my bed, so I grabbed a towel, picked the mouse up with the towel, and dropped him and the towel out the back door.

I need therapy now.

Teeny:

I found a really cool interactive toy, and of course brought it into bed with mom so I could play with it in comfort. It was fun - I like toys that move and squeak - kept me amused for hours, until mom woke up and turned on the light and screamed and took my fun toy away.

Mousie: 

I was minding my own business, just hanging out, and then a large black furry thing grabbed me and took me onto a huge square object that had some kind of really large pink furless animal sleeping on it.

The black animal seemed to think it was fun to play with me. I hope something plays with him - he’ll see how it feels.

Finally the pink, furless animal woke up, made funny noises, picked me up with a towel and threw me and the towel outside.

I did not have a good night.

Posted by Gloria on November 12th, 2008 under these topics
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Reply from Margaret W on November 12, 2008

Dear delightful Lauren, thank you for all the laughing you brought into my morning! Yes, different points of view–something to keep in mind all the time, and hopefully with this same insightful lightness. Loving you, Margaret

Reply from One on November 12, 2008

Jeepers creepers! Teeny weeny gets into your bed. Now thats more scary than a mouse :p See here: http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/computer-intrigue-spam.htm

From the opening picture, to the closing words, this entry kept me on the edge.

One Love

Reply from Jacqueline on November 13, 2008

Teeny,
Please do not bring mice into Lauren’s bed.
Your gambling is bad enough!
love,
Jacqueline

Reply from Pam (fortheloveofGodde) on November 13, 2008

Poor Lauren! Teeny left you the nicest present he could think of–cats do feel very sorry for us. Our hunting skills leave much to be desired. And at least it was still whole. It could have been worse …

Reply from Charles Fines on November 13, 2008

We had a cat who was an excellent hunter and who would often bring his still living victims into the house and release them in the bathtub where they were unable to escape and where he could finish them at his leisure.

Mornings the bathtub often looked like a crime scene complete with body parts and gore, missing only the yellow tape.

Other cats occasionally deposit a headless corpse on the kitchen floor where it is discovered early in the groggy-eyed morning by means of the bare foot.

I guess if forced to choose I would prefer either one of these rather than a bedfellow mouse.

Reply from Pam (fortheloveofGodde) on November 13, 2008

The joys of sharing space with cats are many … but stepping on headless mice is not on the list. I came in very late from work one night and started to sit down on the couch. For whatever reason (thank goodness) I put my hand down first and felt something furry. Thinking I was about to sit on a cat, I didn’t sit. I turned to remove the offending cat from my spot and to my horror it was a HUGE field rat! It was almost the size of the cat! WOW! And I touched it with my bare hand!!! EWWWWW!!! Did the icky-dance for quite a bit, scrubbed my hands with lots and lots of soap and hot water, found a bag to put the critter in and soaked the cushion in disinfectant. Meanwhile, proud hunter cat was looking at me with a look on its face that said, “What the heck are you doing? This is how you treat my gift???” By the time I sat down (on the other end of the couch), the cat glared at me once again and stalked away, head and tail held high.

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