Another Intruder

Apparently making dinner can be quite a shock to Mom, and in this post I will try to paint the picture enabling you to see what I mean.

Marie and I are in the TV room watching a movie while Mom is walking around the kitchen making dinner. As she opened up the drawer below the oven, she let out a tremendous scream that shook the whole house!

"A Mouse!!!! THERE"S A MOUSE IN THE DRAWER!!!"

I quickly rushed to the rescue!

"Hurry! Some one get my gloves!" Mom threw them to me and I slipped them on in a flash.
The drawer was shut because Mom's immediate reaction was to lock that murderous little critter in it. But the poor thing was probably just as terrified of Mom as she was of it. To make sure that it had gone away and to relieve Mom by expelling it from the house if I did find it, I began going through the contents of the drawer. It mainly contained old pans and little cute presents left behind by all the relations of the little critter who scared Mom in the first place.

While Mom was assuring me that that terrifying mouse had already left the premises of the drawer and was waiting nervously for me to finish, I kept telling her that it wasn't unlikely for it to still be in there. And I was right!
 
"There it is!!!!" Mom yelled again.

I scooped the furry little thing into my hands and held it firmly.

"Oh Katie, take it outside now, please, " Mom said with a whimper.

"Don't worry, Mom. its not going to get away." - Just a really quick word from the wise: if you want your Mother to ever trust you again, never convince her that a cute, ridiculously fast thing that scurries on four stubby little legs like a miniature Tasmanian devil will ever get away from you until it has ceased to breath. - This was the first mistake I made.

Well, on second thought, I don't think she fully believed me - she certainly wasn't completely convinced and so, I guess I didn't make that mistake after all. But at any rate...

It slipped out of my hands, scurried across the kitchen floor and dove into the hot chocolate box laying next to the garbage can waiting to be taken outside to the burn pile. The effect of this action on the bystanders in the kitchen was similar to watching a rhino charge ferociously at them with tremendous speed. Screaming filled the entire kitchen. Thomas and Daniel rushed in from the school room because of the commotion and Marie had arrived just in time to watch me jump and dive all over the place until I finally caught that mouse once more.

The screaming had subsided for the moment. As I made my way t the back door to present the mouse to the dogs as a tasty treat, and a convenient way to dispose of it, Mom, John and Daniel all followed close behind me watching my every move meticulously.

"Katie please get you boots on and take that mouse far away from the house."

"Oh, I was just going to give it straight to the dogs." I went outside. Everyone was waiting for me just inside the laundry room. They could see me through the cute little window in the door. Just when I was loosening my grip to let the dogs at that helpless little thing, Mom opened the door to tell me something. Out of my hand that little rascal escaped once more and laded on the floor of the laundry room. Somehow the door closed right after it landed, disabling me from hearing much of the continuous screams erupting from Mom's terrified face. But I was able to see it all through the cute little window. It was absolute hilarious! Completely reminding me of a movie where one person sees the chaos in the next room through the window and hears the muffled confusion but has the benefit of a safe distance.

Needless to say, by the time I got into the house, I was rolling on the floor with laughter! Mom seemed to think of it with a slightly different perspective than I - okay, a big difference. But she did laugh, when she saw me!