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The Mouse King's Resurrection

I was sitting in the sitting room (where else?) and working on the workshop admin. Which has pretty much eaten up my days lately.

I saw something out of the corner of my eye. Movement. Small.

So I waited. If it wasn't a figment, it would reappear, move again.

Please note the time was close to noon. But, this is a relatively dark room without windows, just bookcases and lamps and the woodstove. The natural light comes from the dining room and kitchen areas.

Ah. There it was again and this time I was prepared to actually LOOK at it, not catch it out of the corner of my eye.

A mouse. A bloody mouse. (as in Brit. swear word)

As big as the Mouse King.

What the devil were the cats doing? Where were they? It ran along the edge of the built in bookcase and down the crack between that and the Ikea cabinet. Good grief.

And where were the cats? All sleeping outside on the deck. Sleeping. Snoozing. As in somnolent. As in (wait for it) cat napping.

I am so going to miss Mrs. Gaines.

Frog Out

PS You think this was a sign from the universe that I need to dust off The Mouse King's Tale and rewrite it once and for all, especially now that Realms is back?


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Jul. 31st, 2009 10:48 pm (UTC)
I once watched a cat (who at that time deigned to share living space with me) as he watched a path of loose earth being moved by a mole. The mole broke the surface a mere (I am not making this up) three or four centimeters from the cat's left paw. The mole ran over the left paw, ran over the right paw, then descended again beneath the surface.

The cat continued to watch. Didn't bat an eyelash.
Jul. 31st, 2009 11:07 pm (UTC)
The cat continued to watch. Didn't bat an eyelash.

That's just like 'em.

Edited at 2009-07-31 11:08 pm (UTC)
Aug. 1st, 2009 01:03 am (UTC)
Meanwhile, when it's least convenient, they will string parts of former mouse (or mole, or itty-bitty baby bunny) all over the carpet.
Jul. 31st, 2009 11:04 pm (UTC)
Well, it's a sign of something. And anything that will get you to dust off a Tale and rewrite it is good. Right?

And you probably know this, but. . . . There's no such thing as one mouse. So your mouse king is, at the very least, a sign of a mouse kingdom. And some cats just aren't mousers. Mine (in my cat-and-allergist days) were most decidedly not.
Jul. 31st, 2009 11:12 pm (UTC)
Oh the indignity! Oh the indignity! When I warned the household that a mouse was out and about during midday, my sister just looked at me and said "Oh. I think Mrs. Gaines brought that mouse in. Then she lost it. They were all chasing it until they got bored." So bored they were out on the deck snoozing. These are country cats and yes, they do catch mice. But poor Mrs G. was our best mouser. The boys (3 of 'em) are rather haphazard about it.

And yes, it's a good sign. It's also a good story. I just have to concentrate on the story it's meant to be and get rid of some clutter that belongs in a different story. And now I have the chops to do that. Didn't have those particular chops 2 years ago.
Jul. 31st, 2009 11:22 pm (UTC)
We had a mouse in our bedroom last year. I couldn't get the exterminator out here fast enough.
Jul. 31st, 2009 11:29 pm (UTC)
Supposedly my exterminators are on retainer. They just all seemed to be on break. And on the wrong side of the door.
Jul. 31st, 2009 11:39 pm (UTC)
Um. You can have my boy kitty; he's getting very very good at hunting yarn mousies. He might be able to graduate to real ones. :>p I'm not sure what Mina would do . . .
Aug. 1st, 2009 12:51 am (UTC)
I vote for it being a sign.
Aug. 1st, 2009 04:29 am (UTC)
You definitely need to get that story out to market. Yeah!

And your cats aren't doing their jobs. Lazy critters.
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