Miss Mousie (House Mouse, Mus musculus) in our grill in her nest of pink insulation after I had removed her nest and five tiny mouselettes so I could use the grill. She and her mouselettes were lucky the insulation kept the third burner from lighting before I saw her nest of insulation and turned off the other two burners.
Little Miss Mousie faced the flames of hell
Under cover of an accommodating grill
The third burner it didn’t light
Covered in insulation she stole in the night
Mouselettes were lucky they were not well done
As I gathered them up one by one
I moved them to a waiting pan
With pink insulation she had on hand
I put them in a safe place well hidden
While I grilled the thighs of a Costco chicken
Cleaned the grill shut off the gas
With the mouselettes tucked deep in the grass
I put things in order, went in for the night
I fed the cats, I turned out the lights
When morning came I wasn’t thrilled
To find that Little Miss Mousie was back in the grill.
Silver: “You saved mouselettes instead of grilling them for me? What kind of low life, pathetic, paparazzo, loser of a cat herder are you, anyway?”
Me: “I’m not going to murder innocent little mouselettes who you wouldn’t eat, anyway! Besides, Shey’s Dudes would never forgive me.”
Silver: “Well I think I’m insultated you morbid, mouselette mothering Monothelite!”
Me: “Do you mean ‘Philistine’? I’ve never heard of insulting anyone by calling him a ‘Monothelite’ other than by you completing an alliteration!
Silver: “Are you saying I’m ‘alliterate’? Now I’m doubly instultated! You profligate, pink, pasty skinned prelate of Peromyscus!”
Me: “OK! You’re not ‘alliterate’! BTW, while on the subject of morbid mothering, Silver, the last rather large mouse you carried in the house from the catio like it was a wee little kitten is still hanging out under the stove in the kitchen.”
Silver: “I thought that was a gopher? My bad!”
Off Center & Not Even 
I’m glad you moved the little mice! I couldn’t imagine if I cooked the chicken then notice the baby mice! Not to delicious to us humans but your kitties would have loved that!
Thanks, Mya. I would have felt terrible if I had burned those poor little mice. Being burned alive is just too horrible to think about.
This is very interesting.
Thanks, Eunice.
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“Me: “OK! Your not ‘alliterate’!”
But people writing ‘your’ instead of ‘you’re’ are indeed alliterate! 🙂
True. Nice catch. ¡Es no más! You never make typos? Must be nice. Thanks, Orca.
I love your way with words, Tim.
Thanks, Rebecca. Silver’s not too bad with his words, either.
You are a kitty whisperer, Tim! You know their language and you have been given the privilege of being their friends. Kitties are connoisseurs of confort and have an amazing ability of choosing their friends wisely.
They choose their subjects wisely. Kitties do choose us and they rule over us.
Peromyscus leucopus in the grill? I would have tried to save them too. Did mama bring her babies back into the grill, too?
I see. Mus musculus is Miss Mousie and Silver is calling you a prelate of Peromyscus.
Yes. Silver is a sassy kitty and likes to insult me and the other kitties.
Hi Lavinia, the mouse in the grill is Mus musculus, a house mouse. Silver was showing off calling me a Peromyscus. Mama mouse did bring all her little ones back to the grill. They are all in the grill snuggled with mama in the insulation. It’s suppose to freeze tonight.
A bit of rain here last night and cold fog this morning. It’s time to pick some of the apples.
Ohh poor little mousies… The idea of them getting burned alive is just horrible😖… Its a good thing you found them before… That happened.
My cats don’t really eat mice.. They just play with them and chase them till they’re tired, then they might think of eating them..
Depends on the cat here. Thanks, Ebar.
You are a real animal lover Tim regardless of what Silver thinks 🙂
Have a nice working week and many greetings,
Rudi
Thanks, Rudi.
Great post. Love the words but I was thinking all the way re the cats and sure enough, you had a long talk with them!. You are a real kind guy, Tim. Hats off to you.
Let the Dudes know their kin was saved. Thanks, Shey.
I will but knowing them they’d just have eaten that kin….
What? The Dudes are cannibals? Are they related to Sawney Bean?
Oh, the dudes are dreadful. Always got the fork and knives out!.
It sounds like you need to watch your back.
I do all the time.
Oh my… oh my! Glad you found them and moved them. Oh my… oh my!
Thanks, Nancy.
Aww… happy you saved miss Mousie and family! Although they seem to have a death wish! Excellent rhymes!!!!!
Thanks, Marina. As long as I don’t use the grill it’s an excellent choice for protection from the elements.
You can hang a reminder! 😉
So, grilling is going to take a while until they’re all grown up then!
They will probably be all grown up before I need it again. Thanks, Couriers.
Fortunately we keep our grill in the garage but we do have a chipmunk living under our front steps.
Thanks, Teri. Say hi to Chippy for me.
I’d like to tell him to hit the road!!!
Hit the road Chippy Jack and don’t you come back no more no more no more no more…
Yeah! What he said…
It feels like you and Silver actually had this conversation 😂 What a cutie pie, that cat!! 😻 I’m glad you saved the mice. 😀
Silver talks to me a lot. So we have lots of conversations like that. Thanks, Sam.
I’m sure Silver thought they would be a nice gift to leave at the doorstep. There goes your Christmas present from the 3 Mouseketeers!! Now you’ll get coal. 🐭🐾🐾
Silver brings them into the house. No stopping at the threshold for him. I’ll sell the coal to power and electric car. Thanks, Holly.
Ingenious post, Timothy!! As for your Act of Compassion, we did the same last year. I think hubby was more scared of the mouse then the mouse of him. LOL
Thanks, Amy Rose. The mouse was so surprised she took off. I made sure her little ones were protected and put them where she could find them. I’m sure you have had lots of kitty talks.
Oh yes I do!
Many who are unfortunate to be without cats, don’t quite understand conversations with cats. So much of life is missed if there are no cats in one’s life.
I couldn’t agree with you more. They know more then we do and I’m always observing and talking to them. I love the “non-verbal” communications as well.
Oh my! Lucky mommy mousie and her mouselettes. Bloody hell. I am so glad you could not light the burner! And she brought them back! Is she nuts? No, she is smart. She saw there was a kind human behind all of that…
She’s figuring I don’t use the grill very often and she is right. Thanks, Dale.
And she noted you did what you had to to keep her safe. 🙂
I think she was more appreciative I kept her wee one’s safe.
I don’t doubt that for a second.
Oh my! Thank you for saving the mouselettes! Too funny she brought them back! 🐭
Thanks, Tiffany. Miss Mousie was happy.
I’m impressed with the 2 of you and your understanding. 💖. that lucky mouse
Thanks, Cindy.
“You may say that is a grill, but really it is a housie for a mousie.” 🙂
At the moment it is a mouse house. Thanks, David.
Excellent rhyme, but what an adventure! Glad you were able to rescue the mice.
I feel like Silver could be a model. Gorgeous cat and Silver just has these facial expressions and poses that are just priceless.
Silver is very expressive, and he talks to me a lot. He challenges Spunk on everything, including modeling. I would have felt so bad had a burned those poor little mice. Mama mouse is happy to be back in the grill. Thanks, JYP.
How lucky you saw them before they were roasted. We have a frog family living in the woodpile. My sons are not as fond of creatures as I am but they are persisting, undisturbed. I love the poem.
Thanks, Roberta.
Oh my!! Your narrative conjured up many images Tim and made me laugh. But I’m very glad you moved the little micies!! 😂
Happy you got a laugh out of it. Thanks, Miriam.
Quite the chuckle! Looks like your cats are as salty as my poodles when it comes to their opinions of us humans ha. Probably a tough life to be a mouse around your home!
You would think with 7 cats, mice would not be a problem. But I have 7 clueless cats, who cannot get it into their kitty heads that they are supposed to catch mice in the house and take them outside, not being mice into the house from outside. Thanks, Brian.
You are very sweet, Tim, and that is one funny poem.
The conversation finishes you off nicely.
Obvi, the mouse preferred the grill. I’m sure it’s safer than the grass.
There’s a mouse under a cupboard here. Jeep has been diligent. I know her. It might take 3,4,6 months, but she’ll nab it. I only hope I’m around to free it,, and put it back outside.
Thanks, Resa. The kitties were looking at the dish rack the other day. I pulled out the drain tray and a mouse popped out and went scurrying off with cats on its tail. It made a mad dash across the floor and made it under the couch. The cats circled and swarmed all around the couch. Then I saw the mouse bounding across the floor with the cats on its tail again. I made it under the refrigerator. Then I saw it dash across the kitchen and run under the stove. The cats swarmed around the stove. Mind you, Silver brought that mouse into the house. I think they chase mice for exercise.
LOL!!!
Jeep would have caught the poor thing, first time out!
Najar was our mouser. She was so fast that no mouse got by her. Then there is old Spunky Poo. He is slow and a bit of a clod. I’ve only seen him with one mouse. That was after he lost a fight with a mouse. The next day he brought Laurie a mouse to redeem himself from his humiliating defeat. Spunk is more cerebral and a mental case, than he is athletic. He gets by on cleverness, cuteness and charm.
The kittens are more interested in playing with mice. They don’t have that killer instinct like Najar had. Silver just wants to carry them around like they are wee little kittens. Loki kills mice if he catches them, but he doesn’t go out of his way to hunt them or catch them. They have to come to him. Sasha and Marble are on the fence.
Hahahahaha!!!!!
You have quite the assortment there.
Johnny is terrified of mice.
Jeep will give him a post… like under a rad, or at a baseboard. He is obedient to her, but shakes with fear the mouse will emerge.
Kisses for Spunkie-Poo 💋
Pets all around!
Your poem and the mouselets made me smile. I imagine they’ve had several lucky escapes with your kitties being around – perhaps that’s why she prefers the grill, kitties not being cooks.
Thanks, Susan.
Oh what a kind thing to do … the thought of grilled mouselettes is awful! A very lucky mouse family ..
Thanks, Julie.