The Adventures of Mighty Mouse

When I dumped George's dinner into his tub on Friday, out jumped a little mouse. Cheeky little varmint, I thought, trying to bum a free meal. I thought no more of it until the next evening, when the same darned thing happened. Presumably the same mouse jumped out of George's tub as I dumped in the feed, then ran off into Wynonna's stall.

The next morning, I was outside with my camera and
wandered over to check the contents of George's feed tub.

Sure enough, there was the silly little mouse. And when I say little, I mean little.

Why he'd want to call a feed tub home made no sense to me when there are 80 bazillion safer places on the ranch, but far be it from me to understand the machinations of a mouse. One thing I was certain of was the blog fodder I could reap at his expense if I had my camera ready at dinnertime.

George patiently waited while I dumped out the mouse.

He wasn't in any particular hurry and sat there looking around for awhile...

...until he made eye contact with Deets.

Mighty Mouse did an about face and ran for the corner, with Deets in a half-hearted pursuit.

Oh dear, I thought. This is gonna get ugly and there goes the blog fodder.

For Deets, sometimes it's more about the play than the prey.

I think he wanted Mighty Mouse to come back out and be friends.

Don't give up, Deets. I'm sure he'll be back tomorrow.