I was worried at first when you said you were in a new relationship 'with a mouse', then I started thinking about that little mouse in The Green Mile - 'Mr Jingles' - who, I guess, represents a glimmer of hope and goodness in an unreal world - and I stopped worrying. I read on further instead, and saw that you had come to the right conclusion: that he wasn't a rat that could play havoc in 'the sewer of the mind' - that he was just a humble 'fellow traveller'. I was almost crying at that point, so I put on The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles to see what 'Master Splinter' was up to back in that sewer of the mind. Great stuff, Tommy - humorous and insightful!
Maybe you could build a tiny replica of your kitchen for Jerry and put it outside. Hopefully she’s not pregnant or your relationship will change very fast. Loved this piece.
Of mice and men taken to another level. A bet on kindness and gentleness, mostly to oneself, yet knowing that Tom & Jerry will be in an eternal persecution. What life would be without a Jerry?
First, this is wonderful, and bravo on your conclusion. If you like, you can borrow our cat, whose super power is staring a mouse into submission.
Second, that is one good looking and well fed raccoon.
Third, there’s apparently a mouse in my closet in the master bedroom. I’m contemplating both the vagaries of life now and wondering just how many pricey leather goods I’m sacrificing so my husband doesn’t bop the poor thing with a hammer..
Oh dear. Tommy, Tommy, Tommy……. Mice are filthy creatures, and their poo can create issues that in you inhale the dust created from it will cause you illness at the bone deep level. (This actually happened to a friend of mine who had mice infest the computer classroom where she taught, and she was soooooo ill after vacuuming up their poo that she was hospitalized.)
Some animals live inside, others live outside. Right? Okay, right. 🤭
I once caught a mouse in a humane trap and then kept him in a cardboard box for a week. Every day I added a new piece of furniture to his new home. A piece of driftwood, cool river rocks, an ergonomic water dish. I fed him organic breakfast cereal and fresh fruit and hulled sunflower seeds. He had a good life. But he escaped one day, grew haunches strong enough to clear the top of the box. I felt betrayed. I had treated him well. But then. The next day he was back in the box, sleeping peacefully in a pile of sawdust. Somehow, he had returned, preferring cushy captivity to the harsh realities of his former life. This, I think, really says something.
I read humane trap as human trap and was immediately interested! I like that story. Also looked at your stack and saw you mention produce that I believe you grow and trade with others (luscious cherries were mentioned), though the piece was about far more. On the produce tip, I got one a few back called "cebollas susias". Think you might like. Hope you keep reading along Anna.
Just beautiful. Your soul & your story. Love it.
Damn Pattie Lee, that one felt good in my heart.
I was worried at first when you said you were in a new relationship 'with a mouse', then I started thinking about that little mouse in The Green Mile - 'Mr Jingles' - who, I guess, represents a glimmer of hope and goodness in an unreal world - and I stopped worrying. I read on further instead, and saw that you had come to the right conclusion: that he wasn't a rat that could play havoc in 'the sewer of the mind' - that he was just a humble 'fellow traveller'. I was almost crying at that point, so I put on The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles to see what 'Master Splinter' was up to back in that sewer of the mind. Great stuff, Tommy - humorous and insightful!
Martin, I enjoy you, and I enjoy you and I enjoy you enjoying me.
I meant I enjoy you and enjoy you enjoying me but you knew that.
Maybe you could build a tiny replica of your kitchen for Jerry and put it outside. Hopefully she’s not pregnant or your relationship will change very fast. Loved this piece.
Angela, I swear on my life. If she gets knocked-up, it's over between us!
From mouse lover to love-rat! That's very funny,
Of mice and men taken to another level. A bet on kindness and gentleness, mostly to oneself, yet knowing that Tom & Jerry will be in an eternal persecution. What life would be without a Jerry?
Wonderful. The eternal persecution from the mouse and the mouse inside us. Love it.
First, this is wonderful, and bravo on your conclusion. If you like, you can borrow our cat, whose super power is staring a mouse into submission.
Second, that is one good looking and well fed raccoon.
Third, there’s apparently a mouse in my closet in the master bedroom. I’m contemplating both the vagaries of life now and wondering just how many pricey leather goods I’m sacrificing so my husband doesn’t bop the poor thing with a hammer..
Thank you ma'am. You know I'm a fan.
Another great one
Thanks sister.
You had me at ""you no-good dirty mouse"
Cool, hope did I right by you once I had you. Read some of your crónica Portugeusa. You had me at Portugal, and I dug your use of "the h."
the h isn't on social media, so I've always had to refer to him obliquely.
me encanta
💕
Gracias, Berkana.
Oh dear. Tommy, Tommy, Tommy……. Mice are filthy creatures, and their poo can create issues that in you inhale the dust created from it will cause you illness at the bone deep level. (This actually happened to a friend of mine who had mice infest the computer classroom where she taught, and she was soooooo ill after vacuuming up their poo that she was hospitalized.)
Some animals live inside, others live outside. Right? Okay, right. 🤭
Easy Teyani, it's just a story. I'll avoid hospitalization I'm sure. But I appreciate the warning and the reading and the commneting!
Sorry I wasn’t able to convey my laughter in my comment. And yes, of course you’ll avoid hospitalization. 🤗
let him live!
Yes! Maybe.
Mice are people too. 😄 Your writing is brilliant.
I once caught a mouse in a humane trap and then kept him in a cardboard box for a week. Every day I added a new piece of furniture to his new home. A piece of driftwood, cool river rocks, an ergonomic water dish. I fed him organic breakfast cereal and fresh fruit and hulled sunflower seeds. He had a good life. But he escaped one day, grew haunches strong enough to clear the top of the box. I felt betrayed. I had treated him well. But then. The next day he was back in the box, sleeping peacefully in a pile of sawdust. Somehow, he had returned, preferring cushy captivity to the harsh realities of his former life. This, I think, really says something.
I read humane trap as human trap and was immediately interested! I like that story. Also looked at your stack and saw you mention produce that I believe you grow and trade with others (luscious cherries were mentioned), though the piece was about far more. On the produce tip, I got one a few back called "cebollas susias". Think you might like. Hope you keep reading along Anna.
Dirty onions?!? I'll check it out.
Also. A human trap.
A fun question: what qualifies as a human trap?
A compelling man or woman, who can cook, make us laugh and writes us good notes. Or maybe that's a partner. Might be the same thing though.
Maybe we all have a Jerry to keep us grounded.
If we're lucky. Bet you got a few.
https://aish.com/embrace-discomfort-to-reclaim-your-life/. Yup.
Great!