"The peep is busy upstairs looking for something." It was my brother Rushton who answered my call.
"Is she looking for my ball of yarn?" I asked, hopefully.
"No," Rushy answered. "She's muttering about some of the laundry she did yesterday having gone missing, and I doubt she laundered your ball of yarn. And since when did YOU get a ball of yarn, anyway?"
"Since I took one out of the peep's knitting bag," I replied. "Thing is though, it's gone missin'."
"Maybe Peepers found out you stole her ball of yarn and took it back. Did you look for it in her knitting bag again?"
"Of course I did," I said with a sneer. "Uh..." and I hesitated, "but maybe I'll a take another peek. You know, to be sure."
Rushy rolled his eyes, obviously not believin' me. MOUSES!
"Nope, not here," and I pulled my head out of the knitting bag. "But there is a half ball of forest green yarn that would look really good with your fur. You want it?"
Rushton sighed. "I do, but I don't. The peep says we're not allowed to play with her yarn, and I don't want to get into trouble."
"Suit yourself," I shrugged. "But I still can't figure out where my ball of yarn went."
"When you were looking for your yarn," Rushton began, "did you happen to come across a big lump of orange-coloured fur? That loose fur the peep got out of my coat when she combed me last night?"
"If I had, I would have left it right where I found it. I'm not touchin' your fur." The very thought disgusted me. "The peep probably put it in the garbage or the compost bin or somethin'."
"She didn't," Rushy said. "She was going to, but I snatched it out of her hand because... Well... Well because it was mine, and winter's coming, and I might need that fur to keep me warm."
I shook my head and went back to looking for my ball of yarn when something white caught my attention. Was that a scrap of 100% white cotton peeking out from behind the armoire? "How did that get there?" I wondered aloud.
I pawed my way over to the armoire, grabbed onto the fabric, and gave it a good pull. Something - or someone - was holding onto it at its other end. I gave it another tug, this time leaning back and using all fifteen pounds of my weight as leverage, and... And... And...
Okay, so it wasn't so much a splat as a... Uh... Um... Well I tumbled backwards and landed on my tail, okay? It hurt, too, but I had hold of that piece of fabric. I, Seville the Cat, had won. MOUSES!
I took a good look at the fabric I held in my paw and saw it was a white t-shirt kinda thing belonging to the peep. Was this one of the tops she had put in the laundry yesterday? One of the things that Rushy said had gone missing? How on earth did it end up behind the armoire? And a better question was, why on earth were there a whole bunch of...
"Are those rectangular holes cut out of the peep's top?" Andy asked, interrupting my train of thought. "She's not going to be pleased when she sees that." He put one front paw on my shoulder, and used the other to hold up the shirt to get a better view. "Sivvers, my boy, you're in it up to your whiskers."
"I didn't cut those holes out of the peep's top," I said, grabbing the t-shirt out of Rushy's paw. "But someone sure did. Someone cut a bunch of teeny-tiny rectangular holes in this thing. It's totally ruined, for sure."
I went over to the armoire again and leaned up against the wall behind it. Closing one eye, I attempted to peer between the chunky piece of furniture and the wall. Oops! Wrong eye. Hehehe... My bad. But never one to give up, I closed the other eye and took another peek. What I saw made me stagger backwards in shock. Turning around, my mouth hanging open, I said to my brother, "Rushy, you're not gonna believe what's goin' on back there. MOUSES!"
Remember to return to Nerissa's Life, the blog, on Sunday December 1st for the conclusion to my latest adventure. MOUSES!