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Those Arrogant Mice

I know it seems like all I do is sit on my keaster and watch TV, but sometimes things happen after my day is done and I've collapsed on the couch before heading to bed. So, here begins another story just that way.

I was on the couch watching TV when I saw another one of those daggone, arrogant mice sprint toward the TV. They come out of the woodwork hoping to catch a little tidbit left behind by our little Happy.

Now, we've threatened Happy with his life if he ever brings food down to the family room. It's a rule. It should be followed, but Happy was born to break the rules.

Thus, a piece of toast was left behind and placed near the TV just for the little mice. Shoot. They might as well be our pets, for Pete's sake.

Seeing a foreign animal sneaking around in my home is bound to make me scream and that's exactly what happened.

"Grumpy! Get the cat and put her in here right now!" I yell after a screaming fit.

Grumpy plops the cat far away from the vicinity of the mouse, so I pick up the cat despite her protests and plop her behind the TV.

For a while there, it sounded like we were at a boxing match. We did a lot of screaming and yelling while the cat ran after the mouse and eventually caught it.

I don't think the boys will let the cat lick them after seeing the mouse in the cat's mouth.

Since the cat became distracted and lost the mouse, this story will be continued.

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