Moose Gets His Mouse

Last night, Moose toed the tile, locked in to his target.

His keen eyes were focused entirely on his next victim; it was as if there was no one else around. He eyed the darting movements of his quarry, as he stretched his somewhat cumbersome frame into a crouch; waiting to pounce.

Suddenly, Mickey Mouse blinked; unable to maintain his quiet composure, he darted into the open, trying to evade the silent stare of Moose. The sprint would prove to be his last.

The house was filled with a deathly silence. From the clenching feline jaws of the Moose, the mouse dangled; lifeless. The Moose had done his duty; he had protected his family from the terrible scourge and infestation of the mouse-kind.

We are very thankful for our three cats: Moose (Mussina), Bernie (Williams) and (Oscar) Gamble. Along with our three pooches (Piniella, Scooter and Maris), they keep us safe in our beds at night.

Our house is now a "mouse-free zone" once more.

Everybody have a GREAT day!

GO YANKEES!