Thursday, October 09, 2008


This morning as I was futzing around with my new hair, Mr. Bump called up from the dining room where he was eating his breakfast and reading the internet.



"Guess what I just saw?"

"I dunno--what?"

"A mouse run across the floor in front of the stairs."

So there you have it. It's fall, and some little (though not Stewart Little--people, don't get attached) thing has decided he's found a lush pad for hibernation.

I'm warning you Mr. Mouse--Ruby is gone until next Wednesday and I fully intend to give you a last supper. Of D-con.

More later as The Saga continues...

1 comment:

DBump said...

We caught Stewart this morning, alive. I was starting to make tea, and saw him make a break for the stairs out of the corner of my eye. He's fast, but I have long legs, and cut him off from the basement, so he chose the closet, and then it was just a matter of time. I walked him across the street, pointed him towards the theatre, and let go of his tail--he was off like a shot, away from the likes of man.