Sunday evening I was working at my desk in the den and chatting with CJ, my grandson. Elizabeth entered the room, followed by the cats, Sophie and Hanna. Sophie, Elizabeth’s favorite, jumped onto the desk, settled down on my work and glared at me. She doesn’t like me talking to her keeper. There was a faint scratching sound coming from the corner of the room behind the desk. I didn’t know what it was, but Hanna did. She dove under the desk and rooted around. A moment later a frightened mouse shot up the drapes and hid behind the blinds in the corner of the ceiling. Hanna leaped onto the desk, then the printer, and clawed her way up to the mouse’s hiding place. Elizabeth screamed, and I bolted out of my chair knocking Elizabeth to the floor as I laughed and yelled, “Every man for himself.” Elizabeth shrieked and scramble to her feet as the mouse dropped onto my desk, raced across Sophie’s back and did a three-sixty around the room closely followed by Hanna before returning to its safe spot in the corner of the ceiling.
Three screaming and shouting people, a mad-dog cat and a terrified mouse had just transformed my quiet evening into chaos. CJ saw that his grandparents were not equipped to handle the situation and took charge saying, “Hand me a glove or a bag and I’ll get the little fellow out of here.” I helped Elizabeth to her feet and ordered her to quickly get a bucket. She gladly fled the room slamming the door behind her yelling, “Don’t let it out of the room!”
As he pried Hanna loose from the blinds, the mouse scampered down the drapes and dropped onto my desk for a second time. The end was near. CJ had its tail trapped between the desk and his hip. Just then, Elizabeth, bucket in hand, opened the door. I screamed, “No, no! Shut the door! Now, do it now! The mouse had a moment with his maker, jerked loose from CJ and bolted for light beyond the slightly open door. It shot through her legs, made its escape, and disappeared. Elizabeth screamed bloody murder yet again, dropped the bucket and locked herself in the bathroom. CJ and Hanna were on to its scent and tracked it down in the living room under the couch. As Hanna cornered it under the couch, the mouse shot up the wall and hid in the corner of the ceiling behind the drapes. The chase was over, it was finally trapped and it knew it. CJ reached up and cradled it gently in his gloved hand and dropped it into a Safeway bag.
Elizabeth and I looked at each other and wondered what was next. Without a word, CJ left the house and walked over to the canal with his little furry friend and set the bag down on the law and waited. The mouse looked up at him and squeaked a thank you as he snapped this photo.