So, not too long ago I mentioned that my cat caught a mouse and I would post something about that on some later date.  Well, that day is here.  Here we have our two feline frenemies, Roxy and Wyatt.  Roxy, the fawn-colored, Siamese mix, is the focal point of our sorry tale of betrayal and woe today.*

So I was working on something (I forget what) on my laptop, which I took out to the living room.  I have a desk there where I often write or edit while watching old movies or Youtube or whatever with my husband at night.  I got up to go do something and when I came back I found this charming situation.

It seems, according to my husband who witnessed the dark deed, Roxy jumped from the couch to a chair to the floor as she often does.  (She’s pretty agile all things considered.)  This time, however, she sort of used the corner of my desk as a springboard from the aforementioned couch to the aforementioned chair, and well, my mouse found itself in the soup, or rather my glass of soy milk.

I figured my mouse was a goner.  Besides being in the soy milk, I have knocked it off my desk so many times that I had to put a piece of tape around it to keep the housing from falling apart.  But my husband, who is our resident Household Chief Technology Officer, thought it could be saved.  He dried out the mouse, did various other things to it – both arcane and mundane – and then even put a brand new piece of tape on it.

Much to my delight and amazement my old, soy milk-logged mouse was as good as new.  Heck, better than new, because it was cleaner and now had fresh batteries.

Thanks Roxy!

As you can see, Roxy was very concerned about the mouse situation and one of the/her human running about waving its arms and making high pitched, fluting noises (not chirps) and then running off into the kitchen.  All in a days work for our resident alpha Siamese.

So, quite a bit going on outside of cat-based shenanigans.  I have another book on the way, where some of my poems found a home.  I’ll post that when I get the author copies in the mail.  Also working on my next D&D game, which will be this Saturday, January 25th, 2020, and I visited a couple of local mystic shops here in Santa Cruz where I had a good time with such things as getting a tarot reading done, learning something about using a pendant (or wedding ring on a hunk of hair, perhaps, or whatever) for divination, and so on.

Be well until next time.

* Roxy has quite a vocabulary, ranging from polysyllabic, fluting chirps to the (my personal favorite) deep, echoing howls where if you are going about the house in bare feet you’ll feel the tingle of cat vibrations resonating up through the floorboards.