A couple of months ago, my friend was going on a holiday and she asked me to look after her two pet mice for her.
I agreed, not realising that my cat "Marty" was going to be a problem. (You see my cat was old and slept all day in the front yard, right next to a pair of pigeons, so I figured the mice would be safe).
My cat apparently had an excellent sence of smell and within the first day of the mice arriving he'd found them in my bedroom.
So for the next couple of days I was busy making sure he couldn't get near them.
One day, I was going out with some friends and as I was checking my wallet, I noticed something watching me from my doorway.
"Marty" I warned my cat who turned and pretended to be smelling my schoolbag. Once I turned my attention back to my wallet, my cat was once again staring at the mice through the door.
"Marty" I said, my cat turned and ran down the stairs.
I headed out of my room, pausing for a couple of seconds to make sure the mouse cage was locked, before turning off the light and shutting the door. But just as I shut the door I heard a plastic bag move in my room, opening the door I had a peak inside my room, to see what had made the noise.
Almost immediately Marty's head appeared from behind my computer (which is under my desk) to see if I had left the room.
So while I thought he'd run downstairs, he'd tricked me and while I was glancing at the mouse cage before shutting the door, he'd snuck past me and hid behind my computer!
In the end, my friend let me keep her mice as pets, because I fell in love with them. And boy with my good old cat Marty are they hard work!
Author: Vanessa Stephen
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