Mouse - 1. Dena - 0.
I had plans tonight to write what I hoped would be the much anticipated Part II in my "Slowing Down to Speed Up" series but no, no one cares. All anyone is asking about is the mouse. So fine. Give the people what they want, that's my motto. Here goes.
For those who follow me on Facebook, you know one of my mouse traps went off, leading me to believe I had caught the mouse. Except I didn't really feel anything moving around when I shook the trap. I was too afraid to open the trap and look inside because I was sure Zombie Mouse would spring out and attack. So I just operated on the assumption that the mouse was gone. For two days, I've walked about in a state of rodent-free bliss.
Hardly. I opened my kitchen towel drawer tonight and there were mouse droppings everywhere, causing me to momentarily run astray of my New Year's resolution to curse less.
"What do you know about this?" I demanded of the cat. He gave me a "Wha..? Me? I have no idea what you're talking about," round-eyed innocent look.
"Don't even," I said. "I know you're harbouring him. This has your paw prints all over it."
The cat snickered (I swear to God, he snickered) and slunk away.
And so here we all are--cat, mouse and me. I've placed a trap in the drawer but I'm certain the cat will give his friend a heads up and all be for naught. I'm pretty sure he's tapping out a message now in Morse code on the bathroom floor.
Meanwhile, I'll be sleeping with one eye open.