(or "Buttercup Has a Huge Heart)Have I told you we've had construction going on near our house since September? I don't think so. Did I mention that the neighbors have spent the last two weeks ripping out huge bushes that filled their backyard? No, haven't talked about that, either. Honestly, I haven't put a lot of thought into them. (Okay, that is a partial fib...the neighborhood did try to stop the construction of eight four-story apartment buildings, but that is a different story.) Anyway, on to my tale...or maybe I should say, "tail".
In wee hours of the morning, I was awakened by the plaintiff meowing of Sam. "Look at my toy! Look at what I am sharing with you!", he mewed. It was 4 a.m. and I didn't care...I just raised my head and praised him, and thought I'd go back to sleep. Alas, it was not to be. Buttercup was awakened by Sam's boasting and went over to look at his catch, WHICH WAS ALIVE! Yes, the mouse, which Buttercup named "Mickey" was alive and quickly ran into Buttercup's bedroom...somewhere. I told her we'd deal with it in the morning. (People, it was four o'clock in the morning! ) Morning came and I fully expected that Sam would have found Mickey and dispatched him to mousy heaven. It didn't happen that way...Buttercup found him, Sam tried to help her catch him, she said, "No" and Mickey lived through the day somewhere in her room.
Sunday night...3 a.m...Sam is fascinated with my closet. Either he's discovered a love of fashion, or he's found Mickey. Crash, bang, skid, slam...
(to be continued...)