Mister Mouse

I spent my 7th week of life in the house of Mongo. The week before I was hijacked to new house. In old house I spent the first day way up on the cereal shelf, munching and crunching on wonderful sweet and salty things. From my perch I watched the big ones, hairless creatures with no tails. Weird. Huge! They speak in a language very similar to Mouse. Not so terribly different, but very hystrionic. That is a mouse word for Way Over The Top.

There is also a large smelly thing here called “Kitty” or “Cat” or “Bad Kitty” or sometimes “Grunion”. It has hair at least. There is one other like him, but he is very sly and spooky. Trust me, I know.

The second night in the house after yet another wonderful meal of dried grape cereal, I ventured out. What a magical place. There is a clear tall lake with fish and the sun stays on it even in the night. AND meaty nibble things in a big dish on the floor. Oh, they are delicious. I stuffed myself with the meaty nibbles. I felt I could hardly walk.

And then I smelled a bad thing. It was an awful thing. And then I heard it breathing.

A voice began to yell “Run Mouse! Run to my voice” Run! Hurry! This way!” I ran and as I did I felt something sharp brush the tip of my tail. “This way Mouse! Up here. Jump and get in.”

I jumped as high as I could and then squeezed through a rip in a screen and fell straight down into a bed of straw.

And came face to face with a very large rat.