The Mouse

This little adventure can only be fully appreciated by those who know me well and know just how much I hate mice.  They are dirty, creepy, disease ridden little creatures and I have never thought that they had any place anywhere in my house, ever.  At this point I was sleeping on a mattress on the floor of my room waiting for my bed frame to arrive.  We also had two fat yellow cats that lived with us: Toby and.. I don't remember the other one's name.   

I was laying in bed, I was still in that comfortable half awake, half asleep state and was avoiding getting up on my one and only day to sleep in.  Somewhere far off I kept hearing a scratching and scuffling noise.  After a little while I began to wonder what the noise was.  Slowly I pulled myself out of my warm blankets enough to look blurrily around the room.  I didn't have to look far.  Just above my head, within arms reach of my head, I saw a little grey mouse chewing on the edge of a cardboard box.  I flew out of bed and down the hallway so fast that my feet barely touched the ground.
I rushed into the laundry room where the two yellow cats lay curled up on top of a pile of towels.  I grabbed Toby off  the pile ignoring his loud meows protesting his rude awakening.
Upon reaching my bedroom I saw no trace of the mouse but I now heard scuffling noises coming from under my desk.  I stood on the only available chair in the room and yanked the desk away from the wall at the same time dropping Toby nearby so that he could chase the mouse.  Toby never caught the mouse, but he did give it good chase and eventually they made their way out of my room-- which was fine by me. Eventually I think it either got out of the house or got caught in one of the numerous traps we had set around the house.