June 1, 2012
Furriday and the Mice Are Stirring
Kitties and woofies, my mom despairs of keeping track of my most favorite mousie for me.
This is the very one that I treasure. It belonged to Robin, who has been gone 16 years, and then to Admiral and now to me. I love this mousie and this is the very one that I placed at the small of mom's back night before last after Mom had lain on the floor trying to fish it out from under the china cabinet. It took her awhile to find it again for me and then to fish it out... and I was just so happy to have it back.
She put it on the floor for me that day, and I placed it in the bed that evening as I said before. When she got up she threw it onto the floor for me to play with and Kitties, it disappeared again. Sure enough, with the flashlight held between her toofs again, and her on the floor dislocating her shoulder just about AGAIN (kidding) she finally got it out from under and now, it is on a shelf. She found my corduroy ball as well and my jingle ball but those were under the sofa. She later found some hork from the Admiral UTB as she was looking for more of my treasures. (she knows it was the Admiral's hork..it is that dessicated).
You may ask..why doesn't your mommy stuff something under the china cabinet so this mousie business won't happen? Well, because anything used to do that would show from across the living room.
Here is a photo of the troublesome and much traveled mousie. Its tail disappeared years ago and the other side of the mousie is messy. The key is there to show you how small it is. That is one of those little keys with which you would lock a little "strong box" that holds important papers.