A mouse

You would think that the only mouse you could find here in our home is the one which does “click-click”. I had thought that for very long time too but daddy helped me to change it. At first it looked like he had only some strange “hearings” – he could hear some strange scratching in his work room. Soon these “hearings” turned into a small mouse.

When my mom and I woke up yesterday in the morning, mom suffered a bad shock. She could see a bag and a box of a computer in the hall and she got afraid that daddy was leaving for some pretty blond. The only thing that puzzled her was the waste basket standing by the computer and bag. But daddy explained that he could hear the scratching again and was not sure which of the three things it came from.

Mom got a bucket in her hand to catch the mouse if it tried to run away and daddy carefully opened the bag. That is the bag he takes to work with him. He always keeps some cookies in it for case he runs out of powers during long operative meetings in the office. This spare cookie was all eaten around (well it was not my work, I swear). There was anything else in the bag.

Than daddy took a screwdriver and opened the case of the old computer. He keeps it under the table in his work room and I have a sneaky feeling it is there rather to protect me from getting closer to the wall with many interesting cables.

Nothing happened. There was nothing in the case. But than daddy shook the box and something fell out… what do you think it was? Well of course a mouse. I was sitting in my highchair – in the right distance but with very good view of the whole scene. Both parents jumped up but than mom got back her courage and holding the bucket she started the hunt. I could see the killing instincts in her eyes. She put the bucket on the mouse with such strength that she did not see the neck of the mouse was not under the bucket but under its side edge. The executed the poor thing as French guys used to do during the revolution but the guillotine was much sharper.

And than the mouse was buried in our waste can and we again have only one pet – our hairy doggy Ája.