Worlds Worst Mouser

Worlds Worst Mouser
Our cat has got to be the worst mouser ever. He makes Garfield look ferocious. Last night he trotted out of the laundry room with a mouse clamped between his teeth. Only, when he got to the kitchen he dropped it. The mouse ran under the table with the cat and our lab in hot pursuit --which might not have been too bad except our ageing and crippled Sheltie was asleep under the table. The mouse sought refuge behind the Sheltie. The cat ran to one side of poor Andrew and the lab to the other. Andrew awoke with a start when Maddie ordered the mouse to come forward with her baritone lab bark. The Sheltie legs flailed for a few seconds while he pulled himself to stand confused and blinking at the commotion. The mouse shot across the floor with all three animals in hot pursuit. The mouse ran under the dog dish. Seeing my chance to get the thing out of the house, I grabbed the mat the dish sits upon and slid it carefully out the back door to the patio. Once outside, I raised the dog bowl and the mouse took off ---back into the house. I have no idea where he’s hiding but I have to admit, I’m not too worried, I figure his days are numbered. We still haven’t caught the snake.