This evening Tom was preparing chicken kabobs for the grill. He cut up chicken breast and threaded skewers with chicken, chunks of red onion, orange and red peppers and cherry tomatoes. When he had these all nicely assembled and ready to take out to the deck for cooking, he turned around from the chopping block island to turn on the water in the sink to wash his hands.
"Yipes!" he yelled, turning off the water and jumping back.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"There's a mouse in the sink!"
Apparently this is not unheard of, because the photo above is one I found online. I did not have the presence of mind to take a picture of our mouselet, but it did look just like the one in the photo -- except ours was a little wet. While Tom rushed to the bathroom to wash his hands, I scooped up the mouse in one of our handy leftover plastic containers and took it outside.
The cats paid no attention to the entire affair.
Where the mouse came from, how it had climbed up to the sink and how long it had been trapped by the slippery stainless steel sides, we have no clue.
1 comment:
We get scorpions rather
That cat sounds a scrounger !
Post a Comment