THE LITTLE, WHITE MOUSE
AND
THE CAT
A mouse - a mouse - a
little, white mouse,
Is lost somewhere within
this house,
The cat is sad; she feels so
bad,
Yet, she's the one that lost this
mouse.
Bathed in catnip,
fuzzy-furred,
Soft and pinky-white,
A
present wrapped in red and gold,
A true,
feline delight.
The cat enamored with this
toy,
Carried it around the room,
Cats do
smile; I saw her,
Her cat-world was in
bloom.
She tossed the mouse into the
air,
And caught it coming down,
A hundred
times she did this,
Her joy knew no
bounds.
Nothing there is that's so
much fun,
As watching a cat at
play,
Uninhibited and free,
Spontaneous
and gay.
I felt a special joy,
too,
As I watched my little friend,
Then a
moment of distraction came,
Bringing fun time
to an end.
The cat now sitting
quietly,
The mouse gone - disappeared,
I
said, "Honey, where's your mouse?"
She looked
blank and scratched her ear.
I searched the entire
place,
On hands and knees, down on the
floor,
I even got a flashlight out,
The
cat yawned; she was bored.
I was worn out; I was a
wreck,
But I don't think she cared,
She
merely went to sleep,
On the cushion in the
chair.
"You idiot!" I said to
me,
As I stood with hands on hips,
Where
could that little mouse have gone?
Surely not
between her lips.
I picked her up and looked at
her,
We met 'eye to eye.'
"DID YOU EAT
THAT MOUSE?" I asked.
She made no effort to
reply.
Mouses come and mouses
go,
And all mouses are not edible,
Explain
that to a little cat,
If you can make it
credible.
Did I ever find her
mouse?
Nope. I never did,
Whatever
happened to it,
It got itself well-hid.
I've also come to the
conclusion,
She doesn't give a whit,
But
when cleaning out her litter box,
I keep
wondering, "Is that it?"
Virginia (Ginny)
Ellis
Copyright 2002
~
used with
permission
by Ginny; thank you so much
~
