One is Enough

I awoke to a skittering across my back. After jumping around and swatting at my back, I noticed the strange quality of my cat’s insistent meow. She had caught something and was proud of it. I just knew it. I tore apart the room to find it and sure enough, there was a mouse cowering in the corner. My cat had put a mouse in my bed and worse that mouse had pooped in my bed. After washing my sheets, my son remarked, “You washed all your sheets for just one little mouse turd?” I don’t want to know the correct amount in his opinion.

-Jaime J., as told to ts