In the late evening hours, not long after I went off to sleep on the edge of the bed, hoping to be close enough to help Pure Luck but not so close as to disturb his rest, I woke suddenly due to a suspicious rustling of cats and a barely perceptible "squeak!"
I really hate it when Baby brings a mouse into the house.
I sat up and peered cautiously over the foot of the bed, where Baby and Nicky were both carefully watching one corner of the bed and batting the bed curtains.
Then Baby jumped onto the bed and started grabbing the curtains up higher!!!
"Honey! Honey! Can a mouse climb the bed curtains?!?!!!"
From his Valium-aided slumber, he offered, "Mice are not very athletic."
Pass the Valium, would you?
(Hickory Dickory Dock, by Margaret Tarrant.)
(I’m the one screaming and running away…)