|"For there is nothing so sweet as his peace when at rest."|
That sentence rings out with a sense of great joy. However when I actually perceived the event, it was not as joyous. A dead mouse in the house -- perhaps it is not as bad as a live mouse running around but it is still not pretty.
I was at the Steinway playing Johannes Brahms and suddenly my eyes began roaming the room and that was when I saw something by the radiator.
At first I was thinking, it is just one of Jeoffry's toys. He has several toys that look alarmingly real including a small brown fabric mouse and a big alarming-looking rat. Maybe it is that gross little toy mouse. That is what I said to myself as I continued playing the Brahms.
I decided to wait until the piece was over and so I did that. For the record this was the first Impromptu Op. 119. I like to run through the whole set. However on this occasion that was not to be.
After I played the last notes of that first impromptu I got up for an impromptu check on that mouse.
It sure looked real.
It was real.
Jeoffry got up meowing. He likes to listen to music and he did not like that it had been interrupted. He should have thought of that in view of the mouse. Couldn't he have eaten it or something? Could he not have taken it somewhere else?
But now that I thought of it we had been warned. He had been obsessed with the area surrounding the radiator. He had even been sleeping there.
The things that cats know that we do not!
Meanwhile... it has quietly been five years since Jeoffry's first mouse -- at least the first mouse to our knowledge.
I wonder when we will find the next one!