Miss Mouse

I'm aware, that, even though the name of my blog is "Back in St. Olaf...", I've been pretty bad at writing as Rose would. I think maybe this post will make up for that.

When I first went part-time at work, I was pet-obsessed. We had yet to adopt Molly and I was starting to get annoyed with my ungrateful furball of a giant cat who likes to bite me in the middle of the night for no apparent reason and who will have nothing to do with the kids. I REALLY wanted to add a dog to the family. So, the kids and I regularly stopped in to PetSmart while running errands to check out who was there that week. We'd visit with the dogs, check out the fish and lizards, laugh at the mice and see how many cats we could make purr.

On one trip there, Sam fell in love with a full-grown gray and white short-haired cat named Miss Mouse. She was the sweetest thing...loved the attention she was getting from us even though two of us were under 3-1/2 feet tall. Sam wanted her so bad, but I knew another cat would not be the best decision...I was afraid our ornery old man, Gordon, would add peeing in inappropriate places to his short list of annoying habits, if we were to invade his space with another cat. So, we left Miss Mouse to be adopted by another family. The next week, when we stopped into PetSmart, her cage had a new occupant and Sam was happy to see that she had been taken home to live with another loving family. For some reason, though, that six short minutes of interaction with that cat has stuck with my boy and, every once in awhile, he reminds me of that great cat we met that day.

This post has nothing to do with that cat. But it does have to do with Grace, who is my little miss, and the day she dressed as a mouse for her school nursery rhyme performance, so naturally, Miss Mouse came to mind. So here is my little Miss Mouse, on the day she performed Hickory Dickory Dock for all the preK parents to see, in her costume that I busted out the night before she needed it! She did a great job and it was a lot of fun to watch all the kids perform the nursery rhyme they had chosen.

And, we ended up with a Miss Mouse in our lives afterall!