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Mouse On My Toe

By Eulalia Benejam Cobb

Went to give lunch to a litter of Bisou\’s half siblings yesterday, while their owner took a well-deserved break.  On the kitchen counter were copious instructions, and also a note saying that Zen, the cat, had released a live field mouse in the house earlier that day.

Following instructions, I carried the four puppies one by one to their outdoor pen, cleaned their indoor pen, and made lunch.  Then I carried the puppies in, one at a time, to eat, starting with the single female pup who, like her half-sister who lives at my house, acted like she hadn\’t seen food in a week.

I was on the second or third puppy when I felt something warm and soft on my foot.  I looked down, and there was Zen\’s mouse, sitting on my bare toe, watching the puppy eat.  I bent down to get a closer look, but the mouse scurried under the fridge.  He made a few more sorties while I finished up, but kept his distance.

I\’m going to feed the puppies again today.  Maybe I\’ll get lucky, and Zen\’s mouse will still be there.

11 Responses

  1. I hate it when they lose their mice in the house. You were so calm! As used as I am to prey in the house — alive, dead, in pieces — I probably would've freaked. But this would make a wonderful story for a children's book. Especially with your wonderful illustrations.

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