HELP, A MOUSE !!

This week's WCB is at Kate's blog.

Yesterday I noticed Kim sleeping just in front of the Toilet door on the tiles, which is not really a comfortable place. But it didn't surprise me, because Kim has a lot of phantasy to choose the most impossible and uncomfortable napping places.

But the next morning she was still there. Now I found it a little strange because she didn't sleep anymore but was staring under the display cabinet which contains my cat collection.

Mr. Gattino became curious and looked under the cabinet too and then he called me and said : "there is a mouse under the cabinet" We made a commun decision : the mouse had to get out.





Meanwhile Rosie had joined and was also looking under the vitrine. I put her in the living room and closed all doors. Now we had to do team work. While I, armed with a broom tried to get out the mouse from under the cabinet, Mr. Gattino on the other side held a newspaper page rolled into a tunnel to get her in. We both were kneeling on the floor and exchanged orders : a little right, no more left ... hold the paper lower etc. etc.

The mouse ran from one part to the other but not in the newspaper tunnel ! We both got warm and red faced and finally I managed to get the mouse running out but behind the little telephone furniture. Me moved the whole thing away, just to see that she now disappeared behind the radiatior.

I took my camera, Mr. Gattino got angry "put this @#§%$ camera away" ! I finally opened the house door and with the broom in one hand the camera in the other and Mr. Gattino besides me fumbling around with the newspaper sheet I managed finally that the mouse ran out of the door. I dropped the broom and tried to make a picture of the mouse but she had already vanished in the plants. What a disappointment !

I was exhaused, let Rosie and Kim out of the living room, Kim didn't bother that the mouse had disappeared but Rosie sat still for a while in front of the cabinet and was very offended that there was no mouse anymore.



When I finally collapsed on my chair in my room, I saw Arthur washing himself in my wardrobe


and Pookie glancing at me with suspicious eyes.

What a morning !