There, I found a couple bowls of dry kibble. Meah, not what I had in mind. I sniffed around the bowls, thinkin' I might find a stray Treat Temptation or somethin' but I came up empty-pawed. Just as I was about to go back into the family room and tell Ol' Peepers I needed her assistance with the treat jar, I spotted a plate up on the island. Hmmm.... wonder what's up there, I thought to myself. Moments later, I had my answer... cheese.
You know, a lot of us cats are really into the cheese but not I. There is at least one variety of food the peeps give us that contains cheese. It's okay, I guess, but not my favourite. Then I thought to myself, the peeps eat all sorts of cheese and quite like it. Perhaps I should give it another try. Turns out, cheese can be pretty tasty.
So after my snack, I figured I'd take a little nap but since it was gettin' pretty late, I just went to bed. Curled up on the floor in the family room, I drifted off to sleep, bein' serenaded by some news on the television while visions of sugar plums - I mean cheese - danced in my head.
When I awoke, the room was in total darkness. The peeps had gone off to bed. Mason was snoring. Yes, snoring. My sister, Mason, snores. I could hear someone purring off in the distance. Beatrice, I believe. None of that stuff was surprising but somethin' that was a little odd was the mouse sittin' up on his hind legs and starin' into my eyes. MOUSES!
"Shhh! You'll wake up the other cats," said the mouse.
I blinked. Then I winked. Then I blinked again. I shook my head. MOUSES! We had a mouse in the house. Unbelievable.
"Get over it," said the mouse, as if he knew exactly what I was thinking. "Need your help. Follow me."
So I followed the mouse out of the family room and into... into... Well, that route should have taken me into the kitchen but for some strange reason, it didn't. Time and space had morphed or somethin' and I was suddenly in a completely unfamiliar room that I am sure had never existed in my house before that night. A great hall of some kind, filled with row upon row of seats and in each seat, sat a mouse. "MOUSES!" I cried.
"Mice," said a mouse. "The plural of mouse is mice."
"And here was I, thinkin' it was snacks," said I to the mouse and said mouse nervously retreated behind some of his pals in the second row.
I looked directly at the first mouse who had requested my assistance and said, "So you want my help gettin' down to the bottom of this corruption at paw. You're in need of my investigative skills, you say. My enquiring mind. Hmmm..."
"Your investigative skills are well-known. You're a bit of a celebrity around these parts, Nerissa. May I call you Nerissa?"
"Sure, why not? You have a name?" I asked the mouse. M1 was his answer and lookin' around, I had to wonder if the others were named M2, M3, M4 and so on.
"Er-hem..." and a little mouse in the first row spoke up gingerly. "My name is M24, Sir. I believe I can fill you in on the details. This is the information the Royal Canadian Mouseland Police have collected so far," and he pointed to a stack of files, ten mice high. MOUSES!
I pawed through a few of the pages and oddly enough, after doin' so, knew the contents of each and every file. "I will need to question this mouse you call The Big Cheese," I told the mice.
"He doesn't like to answer questions," piped up several mice in unison.
"Well you tell him that I, Nerissa the Cat, expect him to answer MINE."
At that very moment a large, rather pompous-looking mouse appeared in the room. He slowly and deliberated walked over to an empty seat in the centre of the front row. I sniffed the air as he walked past. It smelled of cheese.
I narrowed my eyes and stared at this new mouse. The mouse stared back at me with eyes of steely blue. MOUSES! those eyes were unnerving. I crouched low and wiggled my tail a little. That did the trick. The mouse known as The Big Cheese sat down in his chair and fiddled with his tail nervously. I eyed that tail. Exceptionally long for a mouse, I thought to myself. Little rat-like, in fact. Hmmm...
I stood tall on all four paws, lookin' down at the mouse known as The Big Cheese. I cleared my throat. "My first question for you, Mr. Cheese, has nothing to do with the case at paw but I'm curious. I'm curious as to why you are known as The Big Cheese when all the other mice have names that are... well... numbered."
"Because their days are numbered," was The Big Cheese's reply.
Jaws dropped and gasps were heard throughout the room. I must admit, I let out a little gasp, myself. Never in my nine lives had I heard such arrogance uttered from a mouse. MOUSES!
"They're all disposable," continued The Big Cheese. "If they work with me, they're safe but if not, they have to go to that big mousetrap in the sky."
"Work with you, Mr. Cheese? Is that an admission that you have some sort of plan at paw? A plan for the country's cheese supply? Yes, that's right... I, Nerissa the Cat, know all about the Great Canadian Cheese Conspiracy. I know about the missing cheese. I know about the alleged misuse of cheese. I've read all the files." I pounded the mouse with questions. "Is this a plan which you have devised? One of which you are in control? One of which you, and only you, a mouse stinking of cheese, knows all the details?"
The Big Cheese's eyes darted back and forth like the eyes of a rat. He was breaking.
"As I've said, I've examined all the files. I've read all the reports. Investigative mice have found evidence of a massive cover-up of misused cheese supplies from British Columbia to Newfoundland and back again. There have been undeserving mice being allocated unfair portions of cheese, here, there and everywhere. And every single mouse given extra cheese was working on a project known as Le Grand Fromage. NOW JUST WHAT, MR. BIG CHEESE, DO YOU SUPPOSE IS THIS PROJECT, LE GRAND FROMAGE?"
The Big Cheese sank in his chair, melting like Mozzarella on a nip pizza. Then he pulled himself together and cleared his throat. "I do not know," he stated. "I know nothing of this Grand Fromage project. Others might," and his eyes darted furtively around the room, looking for someone else to blame. "Nowhere in those files is there evidence of my guilt!"
"Of your guilt?" I repeated, quietly. Your... guilt, you say? So you admit that you are guilty?"
"I ADMIT NOTHING!" he cried but before The Big Cheese could continue, the lights in the family room came on and Peep #1 walked over to me.
"What's going on in here? she asked. "Did I hear voices? Come on Nissy," and she scooped me up in her arms. "You come sleep with me tonight."
I squirmed and I wormed in her grasp, tryin' to get down and make my escape into the kitchen to find those mice. Then I realised that it all must have been a dream. A cheese-induced dream caused by late-night cheese snackin' in conjunction with television news. It was too bad the peep had awakened me when she had. I was just gettin' to the good part of that dream. Darn it all. MOUSES!
"Mice," I heard a little voice say, off in the distance. "The plural of mouse is mice."
And with large eyes I cried, "MOUSES!"
MOUSES! Now we're craving cheese as a midnight snack!ReplyDelete
hehehe oh Nissy you need to meet my pal Freddie the gerbil you would have a lot of fun with him,xx SpeedyReplyDelete
Oh my Nerissa! That is quite an adventure! Too bad you missed the ending..........MousesReplyDelete
Hmmmmm. We wonder where our cheese is hiding.ReplyDelete
Great dream, Nerissa! Too bad the peep woke you before the finish but I sure enjoyed reading it.ReplyDelete
Sounds like a dastardly plan. Some cat needs to get to the bottom of this, and soon, before there are cheese eatin roden... er, meece, protesting in every alley, street, highway, thoroughfare or small path that winds by a stream. You may need to pay another late night visit to the counter on which lay the peeps cheesy snack. Sooner in lieu of later. MousesReplyDelete
Wow! Yous has some mighty interesting dreams....ReplyDelete
mes conferred with Kozmo, he says mouses names really IS numbers!!!
Well who knew?
Dream...or not? hehe Such a great story and I hope you pick it up again during another "nap".ReplyDelete
Wow, and I usually only dream about hunting a mouse! But then, my diet is sorely lacking in cheese. I blame my human for keeping it all to herself.ReplyDelete
Hrm, we can't decide if this makes us want CHEESE or MICE for a snack...ReplyDelete
We leave the cheese for the MOUSIES to find, then we get 'em, all four of us at once, in the basement! That was no dream Nissy--they are there!ReplyDelete
Mouses! Cheese is the only human food I like. I must start eating it later so I can have exciting adventures like you.ReplyDelete
WEll that was a great dream.Not only cheese, you had all those mice to talk to.Bet you were exhausted after that dream Nissy. Maybe no more cheese.ReplyDelete
Oh Mousies - I want this story to go on and on!ReplyDelete
Nissy, you and our Mommy must be related. Whenever she eats cheeseCAKE she has funny dreams...but never of MOUSES! Um, yet.ReplyDelete
Goodness, what a dream! Too bad it was interrupted. I like cheese, too.ReplyDelete
Dang, that was good, but I want to know what happened next. I am gojng off to look for some cheese!ReplyDelete
MOUSES!! I always knew it would come down to "mouses" and "mices"ReplyDelete
My goodness Nissy.....who knew that sneaking a cheese snack could bring on such fabulous dreams!! That was quite a story - kinda makes me want to give cheese a try BUT I might just stick with my bacon....never had a wild dream on my bacon!ReplyDelete
We're just imagining a cheesecake with some mouses...no, MICE topping. YUM! *licks lips*ReplyDelete
We're dreaming of Nip infused Cheesecake with Mice Topping...MOUSES!ReplyDelete
What a weird dream!ReplyDelete
Tell me about it! purrsDelete
Wow! Who knew cheese could be so adventurous!ReplyDelete
WooHoo this is the coolest of dreams!! I SO want a dream like that huh!!ReplyDelete
Mouses…Mom says that this post gave her weird dreams last night. She'd had a couple of glasses of wine before reading it which probably prompted it. Purrs and hugs, Lily Olivia, Mauricio, Misty May, Giulietta, Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth and Calista JosetteReplyDelete
Dreams are funny. I like cheese! :)ReplyDelete
Well, see now? Your #1 Peep should have had a nice supply of Temptations or other tasty treats so that you were not forced to seek out cheese.ReplyDelete
What a dream! Mice? What? No, definitely not mice, mouses!ReplyDelete
Hisia : I love mouses. I love to play with them ... ! I manage to catch one almost every week. For me they are fabulous toys, I dont eat mouses.ReplyDelete
Perhaps I can send you some mouse-treat Nerissa. Cheese seems to give you real weird dreams.
Nat à Chat : As I am french ... I am really wondering .. is it mice or mouses ?
It's kind of both. It's true... the plural of mouse really is mice but... MOUSES! is a word I invented and is bein' used more and more, every day. It's kind of an expression. When you're really surprised or shocked about somethin', just say... MOUSES! purrsDelete
OMC!!!! I've just had a chicken and CHEESE treat or three!!ReplyDelete
What a dream, phew...ReplyDelete
I'm hopin' that it really was a dream and that the Big Cheese isn't livin' in my house, somewhere. MOUSES! purrsDelete