What were you doing at 2:30 in the morning last night? Sleeping? Gee, that must be nice.
I WAS UP TRYING TO CATCH THE STUPID LIVE MOUSE OUR CAT BROUGHT IN.
Yes, Simon still thinks he’s training us to catch mice, thus he brings in LIVE ones and LETS THEM GO. In our bedroom. In the middle of the night. Look at this hunter's focus:
Naturally the mouse ran under our bed. Then Simon ran under our bed. Then we heard Simon ricocheting off the bed frame for ten minutes. Then the mouse zoomed over to our love seat and Simon chose to lie down and forget all about the mouse. Probably giving us an “F” in mouse-catching, and putting it on our permanent record.
I picture this mouse outside, waiting on the curb with a little suitcase, saying, “Oh, here’s my Uber,” and jumping into Simon’s mouth. Then he gets a free ride into a free house with free food. Sure, there’s a workout program involving a cat, but really that’s just a fitness perk.
So if you’re planning to visit the Hiltons anytime soon, we’ll be happy to let you stay in our bedroom.
But I’d stay home and read my books until the coast is clear.