Mouse? - You Must be Joking

Now would you believe it. I have been writing to you for ages and telling you what's a foot on the big computer and suddenly I changed to use the laptop. Max comes in and says.

"Where's the mouse gone?"

I was frantic. A mouse loose in the house. As the junior member of the feline fraternity in the house it is my role to dispose of all the unwelcome guests that come in - spiders flies, moths, wasps, butterflies and of course mice. Here's Max telling me that there's one running about the house and he's lost sight of it. We have an understanding. the older brothers watch and alert me whenever something enters. They track it like radar and guide me to it for my own disposal methods.

"Where did you last see it?" I asked trying to keep the excitement out of my voice. I love the thrill of the chase especially if the two legs know what's going on and see me remove the offending creature. What I don't like is when the two legs find the creature first and summons me to do my duty telling me that I should be more vigilant.

"It was in your paw and now it's gone"

Poor old Max. He must be getting a bit confused again. I hadn't had a mouse in my paws for weeks now. The last one I had was a charming little fellow I met in the field one Sunday afternoon and he was desperate to get back to the farmer's barn but had lost his way. Luckily I knew which farm he meant and I gave him a lift out of the field onto the path that leads right up to the farmers barn. he was very grateful to me. The mouse I mean not the farmer.

I smiled at Max and told him the story.

"You are dim Casper. I'm talking about the mouse on the computer. It's gone!"

I realised what he meant and showed him the paw pad they have on the laptops just for me. Max was impressed but then again he is a bit anti-technology.

"What will they think of next?" he mused before wandering off to the window sill for a quick top up of his tan.