Bodhi’s Mouse

The weather was supposed to be wonderful this past weekend and Jim and I actually had the whole two days to ourselves! Mind, you we rarely get any time off, so we watched the daily weather report and were disappointed that by Tuesday, the forecast was for rain, and by Wednesday, winds were added for Saturday. We were still hoping to get a ride in, but by Friday, Jim had been called into work. Because he had to work, I decided to organize the store, something that I have been meaning to do for well over a year!

After we got home, Jim and I decided to watch a movie, when our, “Runt cat,” Bodhi came running into the living room growling. He sat on the rug for a minute or so and ran back out of the room, still growling. About the same time Charlie Parker, our little black and white girl kitty, got up and followed Bodhi. Jim said, “What’s he got?”
I turned around, and sure enough, Bodhi had a mouse.

Jim will tell you that certain things whack me out a bit. I remember when we lived in Salem and our kitten Taz would catch mice in the yard and play with them. I would make him let them go and I would put him in the house. I know it seems silly, but Taz wasn’t hungry and I thought it was torturous for him to play with little mice.

So, there was Bodhi with this mouse. I couldn’t make up my mind because obviously, I didn’t want a mouse in the house, and honestly, I was pretty proud of him for catching it. Nevertheless, here we were again with a poor little tortured mouse.

Bodhi ran into the laundry room. I followed him only to find Bodhi crying because he had lost the mouse in a t-shirt of Jims that was on the floor. I had no idea what shape the mouse was in and envisioned a dead mouse in the walls.

I said, “Our father,” for the mouse, and was hoping that he would show up. We ended up going to bed in the hopes that Bodhi’s mouse would turn up in the morning.

Before Mass, I noticed that Jims t-shirt had been pulled out into the hallway, but still no mouse. By that time I was fairly certain that Bodhi’s little mouse was a goner. I said another, “Our Father,” and thought it was the end of that.

After church, Jim and I took the bike to Costco. The rain was supposed to hold off until later that afternoon, and I was looking forward to a little, “Travels with Harley,” even if it was just for a couple of hours.

It was a beautiful day, albeit a bit chilly. After we picked up my contacts and a few groceries at Costco, we loaded up the bike, which is always a bit of a challenge. With that being said, most people don’t realize how much space those saddlebags actually have. I was able to get everything in, even though I had to rearrange the eggs and milk three times!

On the way back to the house the weather had warmed up, so no jacket required. Every time we go for a ride, I remember how much I love the freedom. The weather and groceries made it a short ride, but it was still wonderful.

When we got home, I made a potato salad and Jim and I sat down to watch a movie. Suddenly out of the corner of my eye, I saw the mouse run into the kitchen. Bodhi was sound asleep in front of the glass door and didn’t see a thing. The next thing you know, the mouse is peering out from around the TV stand. I’m thinking, “Do I lock the cats in the bedroom, catch the mouse and put it outside, or what?”

The mouse runs back in the kitchen, so I follow him to get a container to catch him, and there he is, sitting in the corner, just staring at me. He runs out, Charlie Parker walks in the kitchen, I start looking for the mouse. Jim yells, “Here he is, right over by Bodhi, there, he ran behind the door.” I look and there’s the mouse peeking around the edge of the door and looking out the glass. I pick up Bodhi and open the door. The next thing I know the mouse runs out and is peeking out the glass. I open the glass door and the mouse jumps up, runs out, and goes tripping down the steps.

God listens to our prayers. only this time he reminded us in the guise of a little mouse.

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