Last night When I got settled in bed I asked my daughter to keep my closet door open just enough to give Dixie an opening to get in there should she hear the mouse again. No sooner did the lights go off and my daughter leave my room while shutting my bedroom door behind her I heard a scuttle. That mouse evidently had no fear of cats or people or he was still really really hungry because Dixie ran in the closet and though I couldn’t see anything, there was a bit of scuffle going on in their. Suddenly it got quite and I soon fell asleep.
The next morning as I was getting up with help from my daughter and I was telling her about the events between Dixie and the mouse last evening at the same time looking all around my bedroom floor in case we might see a dead mouse. Nothing, not a sign of a mouse. Cats usually and proudly bring their conquest to their owners laying them down at there feet. With that thought in my mind I was fearful a dead mouse might be on my bed this morning. When I got into the bathroom My daughter asked me what the red stuff was on my floor. I swirled my chair around and saw more red marks here and their and then the little black dead mouse, Dixie had done her job. Now this story does not end here because I’m still storing the bird and squirrel feed in my closet and will always keep my closet door open just enough for Dixie to slide through.
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