Earlier today a friend helped me move the compost from it's bin in order to transfer it to the veggie garden. When my friend had lifted the last scoopful, about 8 to 10 mice ran away. Of course I am terrified of mice, and I squeal and scream "Mice! MICE!! MICE!!" I was so frightened that I couldn't even run away ... I just kept looking at them and shrieking: "Mice! MICE!! MICE!!"

During this time neither of my cats are anywhere to be seen. Even Romeo who likes to hang around with me when I'm outside was missing. Mice for everyone! and no cats to catch them!!

I came inside and saw Juliet dozing by the window in the sun, oblivious to the whole mouse episode which had taken place only minutes earlier.

Romeo turned up about half an hour later -- he had been *busy* visiting the neighbors. He too was oblivious to what had happened earlier and to any "mouse-going's-on".

One thing's for sure, my cats are definitely not mousers. They are not mighty hunters. They are not wild beasties.

My cats are sweet, cuddly, moggies, with only one thing on their minds: comfort.

Copyright © Flippy
March 14, 1999