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" Love them little mousies, mousies what I love to eat. Bite they little heads off, nibble on they tiny feet"
Mom didn't want me to tell you about this. She said it was gross and disgusting. I reminded her that this is my blog, and I will write whatever I want!.
Not too much she could say to that, so here we go.
You see my people, I have discovered a new past time that has got me all in a tizzy.
A couple of weeks ago, I went down to the basement with Mom to assist with laundry as I normally do. But, this time there was something different. A smell, a scent that I do not remember smelling in the past. So I followed my nose. It led me to the most delightful little play thing. A tiny stinky furry little dead mouse!
Just as I was getting ready to toss it around a little, Mom came around the corner and started leaping about, shrieking and squealing like she was dancing on a bed of hot coals.
Before I knew it, she scooped me up, ran up the stairs with me, and slammed the basement door closed behind us..
The door was not opened again until Dad got home.When he did, he went down there and stole my little discovery!
Needless to say, I was livid.
But, I am nothing if not patient. I knew I would get another chance, my keen sniffer could sense the now familiar aroma tickling my nostrils.
So, I waited.
Sure enough, a few days later, I got my chance.
I slipped downstairs after Dad absentmindedly left the door ajar.
This time I followed my nose straight into the laundry room.
It was there that I found it, hiding beneath a pile of dirty towels, my second delightful little rodent.
I ran straight for the stairs with it, to take it back to my
den bed. It was then that I garnered Dad's attention. You see, these humans think they are so smart. They claim that there is a certain cadence to my gait when I am sneaking off with a prized possession. Whatever.
Either way, I was busted. He swiped my latest acquisition right out of my chops.
I haven't found any more. But I have not given up hope. It is fun and exciting and I have suffered no ill effects from my new hobby.
Mom always said I was more like a cat than a dog. With my love of a sunny spot and my aloof nature. Who knows?!