Twas the weeks before Christmas and all through the house,
the two cats were purring about a little mouse.
My wife called me up saying she saw such a scare,
I said to lay down traps, she said, “don’t you dare.”
Just let the cats take care of this little creature,
just like Tom and Jerry they’ll use as a teacher.
If that’s the case then we’re in for a ride,
because that cat never caught that mouse in its life.
She rolled her eyes and let the cats free,
to the cabinet in which the little mouse was seen.
They both stood guard like a fat man wanting steak,
in hopes that this rodent would be on the make.
One day Giddeon had some success,
a cat and a mouse nose to nose in distress.
Like a western I watched, waiting for each to flinch,
Giddeon then lunged at this mouse in a pinch.
Fortunately for the rodent he was sure on his toes,
he back peddled to the hole to which he only knows.
The look on the mouse, its fright seemed to fit,
I swore I saw the mouse mutter, “Oh my God, holy shit!”
For the next several hours, no make that several days,
both cats stood guard watching this hole in a daze.
One by one the cats, they rotated in shifts,
eyeing this hole like statues they were stiff.
This happened like clock work, the cats pushing their luck,
meanwhile the mouse was saying, “shit, damn, bitch, fuck!”
It’s now been a week without the presence of the mouse,
all because these cats are guards of the house.
Although it hasn’t been known if the cats got their snack,
I guess we’ll just see if the mouse ever comes back.
BYLINE:
Jason Tanamor is the Editor of Zoiks! Online. He is also the author of the novels, "Hello Lesbian!" and "Anonymous." Email Jason at jason@zoiksonline.com.
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