Once upon a time we had a mouse. In the house. Mouse was a gray kitten when she arrived. Her previous owners had named her "Mouse" and even though we tried to find a more suitable name, none could be had. Mouse she was and Mouse she remained.
Mouse had one talent. She was very good at retrieving marbles tossed down the hallway. Her tiny paws sounded like horses' hooves as she ran fast as can be. The neighbors downstairs were not supposed to know we had a cat. Perhaps they thought we had a small pony!?
That was nearly 25 years ago and Mouse died long ago. But this morning, when I looked out the patio door, there was a friendly kitty who could have been a double for our Mouse.
"Mouse the New" was well fed and had a collar around her (his?) neck so I knew she was simply checking out the neighborhood. She was quite curious and desired to come indoors but, no, that wouldn't do. She might come indoors and become frightened in a strange place, hide under the sofa, and never come out again. So, no, Mouse the New had to remain outdoors.
Mouse the New needed and received a good scratch behind the ears. She was very appreciative and would have stayed longer. But soon I sent her on her way.
I do hope she comes to visit this summer when I am out digging in the flowers. I would very much like that.
6 comments:
How cute, Mouse the New! Very nice story. I wonder what the neighbors in our little rural are call Theophilus and Coco when they come around looking for a treat or two like little Roger Miller King of the Road hobo's?
Oh. Mouse the New looks like a sweetheart.
I see a cata-adoption in your future. Your scratched his ears....
What a cute kitty. I'd be tempted to get a cat, but I don't think the bunnies would approve.
Aw. I miss Mouse the First. She played fetch too, and was quite a good hunter. Give Mouse the New a scritch behind the ears for me.
LOL...Mouse the New. Maybe you should adopt another cat. Animals are good for the soul.
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