Of Mice and Mouses

Mom's been more crazy than usual lately. She likes to do crafty stuff and this holiday she calls "Christmas" is, she says "sneaking up on her". It means less lap time but soon she'll have some shinies for me to examine. It also means she cleans with a vengeance, moving the furniture, which we don't like, except it makes a new, empty spot on the floor,

and pulling out this vacuum, which we really don't like, to clean stuff. She finds all kinds of things when she cleans.

Okay, so she found some of my toys behind the TV, under the entertainment center, under the recliner and in other nooks and crannies. How does she know that's not where I put them on purpose, so I could find them later?

Santy Claws isn't bringing me new mice this year, is he?

See you next week.

Pilchard.