Thursday, September 04, 2008
This is the face of a mouse-killer. Computer mouse, that is. Present tally: 2. That's a better mouse record than my cat.
The mask is a futile attempt to hide his identity. The overall cuteness is a silent plea for leniency. Or maybe just a reminder that I need to make some modifications around here so he can't go jumping onto my computer and my desk. I sometimes wonder if he's part billy goat.
He's definitely an insomniac. I sleep with earplugs, but Dan reports that all night long he hears Cadbury drinking from his water bottle, ringing the bell on his cage, jumping in and out of his litter box and chewing on things. I think Dan should get over it and get earplugs.
Nevertheless, I'm beginning to think Cadbury would be perfect for the job of real mouse-catcher. You see, the other night I caught Dan sneaking around the house at 2:00 am wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts and carrying a broom. At his heels was the cat in a clearly subsidiary role. I asked what the heck was going on and Dan informed me that he thought he heard a mouse. I, of course, heard nothing. Gotta love earplugs.
If we do have a mouse, I think we should put Cadbury on the job. And in the meantime, I guess it's a good thing we have a computer store on campus because I'm in need of a mouse of the computer variety.