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Sometimes... ..there's a mouse in your life for no good reason at all. You walk into the kitchen in the early hours of some morning and you see a tail disappearing behind your toaster. Sometimes, you see its little face and twitching whiskers as you deadlock each other's gaze for a fleeting moment. All kinds of schemes about a better mouse trap go through your mind but you end up tired of foot-prints in the sugar dish and you resolve that next time you'll do better but this time there's poop in your pantry, so cheese&snap it is. A little sand-coloured mouse came into my life one sunny Thursday afternoon in June when I carried her out of a pet store in a made-to-carry cardboard box with holes you could punch out for ventilation. The sunlight streamed through that box as I walked home with a little brown mouse. She would be My Mouse the 5th, and though we only spent a few Mouse Patrols™ together, she left her sweet little footprints on my soft mushy heart. I called her Desert for the brown colour of her fur, and Storm because she was a teacup-sized tempest. Running so small and soft everywhere she went. Now that she's pitter pattered off to wherever it is that mice go when they die, I am left with her sister, Lily (pictured above). We go on together. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - © 2017 Elizabeth M. Patterson. All Rights Reserved. |
