Eeyore and Charly

Eeyore--left and Charly--below--kicked back and relaxed

MOUSE HUNT

I went for a mouse hunt today. What's a mouse hunt? The cats have their toy mice. They play with them and eventually, they push them under furniture. The hutch, the china cabinet, so on. They can't reach them. I have to get a flash light, a long stick of some sort--like my Swiffer Duster. I extend it all the way. Then I get all the way down on the floor--on my stomach--and with the flashlight, I locate the mice. With the Swiffer Duster, I pull the mouse within my reach and toss it for the cats. (While there, I go ahead and dust under the furniture.)

Of course, once I toss the mouse for the cats to chase after, they don't.

I swear, I think they just sit there watching me get the mice as a test to see if I am still dumb enough to get down and pull the mice out. I am.