My Little Mouse

A little grey field mouse lives in my sofa. He comes out each night to enjoy Chloe’s (my Siamese) buffet. On a small 6” stool, she has her “treats” with Meow Luau being her favorite; her cat chow (Friskies Seafood); and a full bowl of bottled spring water. My little mouse is not afraid if I am sitting there watching him. He’s f-a-s-t, I mean speedy fast. He grabs a treat, hops off the other side of the stool, jumps down to the floor, eats it and comes back up for a hearty drink of water. He needs to jump onto the dish in order to get this water, and I have never witnessed him falling in. He will jump down again, and a few minutes later he jumps back onto the stool for his nightly dinner – Friskies Seafood. He eats that, then to the water bowl again. If he weren’t so cute, I’d set a trap. Chloe spotted him last night as she rested on my lap. I thought her eyes were going to bug out of her head, but, she steadfastly remained in my lap, watching, watching, watching. I finally told her, “If you’re not going to be a “mouser,”
you must learn to share your food.”