Jamie ~ 1 Frizzy Whiskers.

By Len Morgan

“Nyaaht!,” Jamie voiced his frustration, “that cat is incorrigible!” He yelled, shaking with fury. ”Of all the places for him to sleep why does he choose my front door mat?” The question needed no answer they had been adversaries from the day they first met. Jamie watched as Frizzy Whiskers licked his chops lasciviously, a silly grin on his sleeping face. Jamie waited as seconds became minutes. He could be patient he could outwait old FW. He soon learned that his caution was justified, he watched as one large bloodshot eye cracked open, and two sets of claws were slowly flexed, FW looked determined so Jamie retired to the kitchen for milk and kibble to decide on his next course of action.

Jamie, a sable coated mouse with above-average intelligence wiggled his pink ears and cleaned his paws, front and back, he was going home. There wasn’t a cat alive that could get the better of him. It was time for a diversion. Looking around his eyes saw FW’s enamel dinner plate and smiled he had an idea. He recalled the frenzy with which FW greeted the humans when they placed it on the floor, filled with herring, his favourite food. Quick as a flash Jamie jumped high landing on the rim of the plate, felt it lift high off the ground, he landed to one side as it dropped down with a clattering rattling sound onto the shiny yellow ceramic tiles. He hid behind the door as FW flew in salivating with anticipation. There was nobody there and, even as he started back, he suspected that Jamie was already home!

Frizzy whiskers spent a cold hard night waiting in vain for Jamie’s return whilst Jamie slept soundly in his bed.

(to be Continued)

Copyright Len Morgan

13/12/2004