Moutz at (Almost) Midnight

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I thought our mouse issue was over. After all, I found little Mickey (or maybe it was Minnie) dead on our carpet one morning last May. But apparently Mickey and Minnie had procreated before they bit the dust because I walk in the door one afternoon in December and...

Le Morte de Mouse

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Jane and I are coloring in the dining room. I’m trying to draw the yellow poppy in the vase in front of me. She is drawing her million-and-oneth princess. I hear a strange sound coming from somewhere below my feet, from, in truth, the air return vent....