An unsuspecting, little, field mouse committed a simple mistake one day; it unwittingly entered my rented house, not knowing my cats wanted to play.
My feline buddies, Hijinx and Mischief, decided to live up to their spirited names; sadly, the field mouse was offered no relief – for the boys had a live prize to claim.
By its tail, my cats had live entertainment; although they’re allowed to have their fun, from this one deed, my cats will never repent; for they again had disobeyed - rule number one.
Since their English is not very good, their one restriction they tend to forget; so it’s not surprising they misunderstood, my rule of: “Pets are not allowed to have pets!”
So now it was time for me to intervene; performing an unexpected “Animal Rescue”, I now became a mouse catching machine and watched him scamper away from my view.
A new retrieval approach, I had to posit; with the boys closely monitoring my work, I quickly chased him into a nearby closet, hoping my cats wouldn’t impatiently go berserk.
Removing items from the closet’s floor, and contending with this fuzzy foreigner, I eyed the boys – to keep him from being gored. Eventually, I trapped him in the corner.
By the time I reached him, he had died – traumatized until his last heart’s rush. Unlike my curious pets, I became teary eyed, as this escapade ended… with a toilet’s flush.
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P.S. This based on a real event, that occurred when I was renting a small home in New Jersey.