Originally Posted by Lynn Orloff
From the Campbell Cat's Perspective...

And who will tell these felines
Their rubber mouse is gone
It’s body rendered gutless
And thrown out on the lawn
Oh wait no need to tell them
They witnessed full the crime
They watched their master plunder
Each piece one at a time
So if you see cats hitchhike
Their heading out of town
They fearing for their own life
Don’t plan to stick around


From Scott's Perspective...

Oh what a caring master
He loves his cats of course
So when he heard annoying noise
He went to find the source
He didn’t want this buzzing
Disturbing family peace
And should his kitties need a nap
They wouldn’t get to sleep
So off he went to search his home
He even searched the attic
Determined he would soon find out
The cause of all the static
It seems that when he took a fall
He found the problem mouse
Oh just how far a hero goes
To have a quiet house! smile


LOL - that's great, Lynn grin

I doubt they were much bothered though - I didn't do anything they wouldn't do grin

I should have mentioned that the mouse wasn't entirely rubber - it was cloth covered in places. And it was soaking wet too - I think one of the cats (Oliver no doubt) took it outside onto the screened porch when it was raining. That's probably what shorted it out and made it chirp constantly. They probably had quite a lot of fun watching me... smile

I shall read your poem (the one from my perspective of course) to the kitties!

Scott