T’was the week after Christmas, and all through the house
every cat was listening, hoping for a mouse
To turn up atop a counter or ‘neath the stove,
And some lucky cat would catch it on the rove.
Oh! The squeaks they would hear
as the mouse saw them loom in sight,
the racing to catch it
by pale moonlight.
The scramble, the hurry, the flurry, the flight
of a panic-stricken mouse in the middle of the night.
The crash and the clatter
wouldn’t really matter,
as four paws, eight paws, then eleven
made three cats sound like at least twenty-seven.
The jubilation when the rodent was trapped at last!
The tri-pawed cat proven to be just as fast
as his sibling and housemate, both arriving too late
to assist the mouse in meeting his fate.
And then came the humans, woken from sleep,
who told the fastest cat “No, he couldn’t keep
the mouse he’d captured with effort so great,”
and “to go back to bed; it was very, very late.”
But he did get catnip, and several treats as well,
so he thought the swap was pretty swell,
because frankly the mouse wasn’t plump or delicious –
just the amazing appearance of three cats’ wishes.
A wonderful photo. Happy New Year!
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Grayson felt it was part of his job to try and ride herd on the ‘young’uns’. The operative word here is ‘try.’