Here whatz up. I’ve lived here for 8.5 yearz. We live next to a big open field with lots of mice and other little four legged furry munchie snacks. Mom and Dad don’t let us out (except to throw us in the snow banks) cause they say there are things like coyotes and hawks that will get us. In all this time I’ve dispatched one whole mousie in the house. One. (Ruby takes credit for the hamster though I’m thinking it was Rosemary) The hawks, coyotes and snakes seem to like to snack on them too so they never even make it to our front porch. That was till late Saturday night.
When Mom and Dad came home from their BBQ (what ever that is), a mousie tried to sneak in the front door. Good sneaker too. Except he got caught between the door and the sill. And Dad found him the next morning and tossed him into the yard. And then Mom put him in the trash can. What? I can still smell mousie toes under the door. It is shear torture. NO FAIR I say. Time for a revolt. Right after my nap.