Yesterday things were back to normal enough
that I went on the usual rounds with Mom.
I discovered that the Nice Ladies had purchased
a toy for me and placed it under my chair.
I didn't play with it.
Instead I climbed up on the chair next
to Mom and looked out the window.
Eventually I went past the chair and sat
directly on the window sill.
Everything was as it should be,
so I made myself at home.
When Mom and I left, I checked the spot
on the sidewalk I like to roll on.
Since those humans had hosed it down
the day before, it didn't have enough dust on it.
So I moved on to other things.
Mom sat outside with me,
so I was able to spend some time
stalking the mouse I'm SURE is
living in my tasty plant.
I waited patiently for a very long time.
I let nothing deter me.
I tried my best to stay focused even when
the dog that ignores me went by.
Occasionally I readjusted my position.
I admit to losing my focus when the boy
with the basketball ran by.
After awhile Mom made me go inside empty pawed.
I was frustrated that I didn't catch that mouse.
So later in the evening I took it out on Mom.
Fortunately for me, she's a very understanding human.
After I hissed and scratched her, she spoke
calmly to me and distracted me with a toy.
Well, I admit to feeling a bit guilty for lashing out
at her, so I curled up next to her on the couch
and apologized in my own way.
She rewarded be with a nighttime recon.
I wanted to stay out for hours!
We walked all over the place.
I even went back to look for the mouse,
but I think he had gone out for a
nighttime recon as well.
I reluctantly returned to the top of my box hotel.
I must make sure my mental strategies are in
place for my next attempt to catch the mouse.