Hickory Dickory Dock, the mouse ran up the clock, the clock struck* ….. wait a minute! That’s not right! That’s not how this story goes. The mouse ran up the screen door. No rhyme here but nonetheless it’s true. Shall I now start from the beginning of this tale?
I had just fallen asleep when Hubby comes rushing into the bedroom insisting I get up now-right-now to see something. You have got to be kidding! Once my head hits that pillow, I’m done, as in D O N E. Oh you betcha I told him what he could do with this getting up idea … yet he would not stop jabbering. Begrudgingly and with much protesting I got out of bed and followed him.
I stumbled down the stairs, …. Wha???? Where am I again? …. into the kitchen and over to the eating room where I saw a sight I have NEVER seen before. A manic Rusty was frantically jumping up and down up and down, about 3 feet into the air, desperately clawing at the glass sliding door, whining and crying. He was looking up at a cool-as-a-cucumber mouse clinging to our screen door almost right at the very top of it. He was actually above my head!
Have any of you seen a mouse that CLIMBS?
And this was no ordinary mouse. Not by any means! Oh no! I swear that mouse was grinning and deliberately taunting Rusty saying …. “Ha ha ha … ya can’t get me but I can make you crazy, you stupid cat! There is a glass door between us!” Staring down at Rusty who was franticly going out of his mind, I swear that mouse was laughing!
Then Hubby chimed in, “Oh no! What if this mouse is pregnant and gets in the house?” Everyone around me was in a wild frenzy. I mean, really? Even Dad now? I know I’ve never seen a mouse climb up a screen door and taunt a cat. Yet, like the mature adult I am, I did know how to get rid of him.
I glanced at Hubby now frothing at the mouth, and as I moved towards the sliding glass door, said, “All you’ve got to do is flick that darn mouse off the screen and he’s gone. I mean, what is the big deal here?” The moment I went to open the sliding glass door, that mouse took one look at me, knew I meant business, FLEW off the screen onto the wooden step below and then leaped onto the grass before running into one of my gardens.
Second question. Have any of you ever seen a flying mouse?
Only at my house do these things happen, I swear. And yeah, Hubby was right in saying I wouldn’t have believed him if he had not woken me up to see the ruckus. Personally, I think he was freaking out and wanted a woman to take care of a wee little mouse. What do you think?
No I did not get a picture of this mouse with my phone. As it was I only had one eye open. 😂 And I have no remembrance of hitting that pillow again. 😂
Picture is of Rusty.
Photography/ “Cat And Mouse”/ November 2017©AmyRose