Mousy in the House

Last night, Momma was sitting at the table playing with all those kids books that I really want to read. Daddy was sitting outside reading another book and I was going from inside to out because Daddy left the door open. Then Momma squeeled something about Scabbers. See, Scabbers is this mousy we have in the house that we thought was gone. Anyway, Momma said he was on the stove because Daddy left his crackers out. Daddy told me to get the mousey so I put my paws on the counter to see him. Sure enough, there was the mousy trying to take a cracker back to his hidey spot. And the cracker was like twice the size of the mousy. But I couldn't reach the mousy because he was way back in the corner. And besides, what do I look like? A Kitty? Anyway, Daddy says he's "cleaninghouse" today and since they now know where mousy lives, Momma can put traps down to get him. Hopefully they don't put any traps where I can get my nose stuck on them! Maybe I'll go look in the phonebook under mousy-get-ridders. I know I'll find a picture of a Kitty!