Mickey's Mouse

In his May 7, 2006 Sunday column in "The Kansas City Star," C.W. Gusewelle tells the story of Mickey's first catch of a mouse. (Note: Poi Rats, you may not want to read on.) This nearly toothless, orange cat is more than eight years old.

Mr. Gusewelle says Mickey "didn’t make a fuss about his success. He just placed the corpse in plain view at the foot of the basement steps ... " He writes the mouse was a small one, that Mickey is athletic, but is "somewhat ill-equipped as a predator." Because the mouse was not chewed or mutilated, Mr. Gusewelle suspects Mickey likely played with the mouse until it died. He also writes that he learned that male house mice sing courtship songs to mates. Sounds just like cowboys!

It's a great story. I hope you take a moment to read it. Mr. Gusewelle is a weekly regular and all of his stories are fantastic. My theory is that columnists are the grandparents of bloggers.

Mr. Gusewelle was not the only one musing on a Sunday. I see the little immigrant in my home recently posted some random thoughts and observations. Daphne likely ran her mouth and told more than she should have. I still love her, though.

I am close. Tammy? Toby? Bronson? Now that I posted their names, someone likely will get them before me. That will be OK, but I really think it's different this time. One of them will be there. Don't comment "take all three," because that's just not something I can do. Anyway, Wayside is closed Wednesday. I promise to go by on Thursday.