a whiskery situation...

a mousey is living in the under stairs cupboard.

i know this to be true for said mousey in all his peskiness,

has left tell tale signs in my big multi box of Sun Chips.

more to the point he has sampled every pack except the garden salsa variety.

obviously he is a mousey of discerning tastes.

i am now left with 12 chip packs with little nibbled holes

and 4 chip packs with no nibbled holes

none of which are any good to moi.

i have yet to come face to face with little mousey

as he is a canny one and i am thinking perhaps a little shy.

my only explanation for his appearance being

whilst i was away in old blighty,

little mousey from my studio fireplace wrote a little letter to his cousin.

told him of the joyous existence within Mossy Shed.

how warm and snug it was by the little starter flame

and as we are heading into fall why not come for a visit.

i am now thinking there may have been quite some correspondence too and fro.

cousin mousey replied saying

"dearest cousin, thank you kindly for the invitation to visit your warm nest,

however i am a little partial to certain comforts when i am travelling.

one being warmth, which you have so kindly offered me

the second being Sun Chips"

to which mousey in the fireplace assured his cousin mousey,

Sun Chips were plentiful in the shed.

i fear having stayed a while in the understairs cupboard of Mossy Shed,

sampling the delights of my Sun Chip box.

he may indeed write to his other cousins inviting them all in turn,

telling them of the shed that provides warmth and shelter

along with an abundance of chips.

having two kitty cats living at the shed

i would have thought little mousies would choose to nest elsewhere

but no, these are brave little mousies coming from a long line of brave mousies.

when i caught sight of the mousey in my fireplace last winter,

before he 'hoppity skipped' it back through the grill

i noted he was carrying a quilting pin with him,

not just any quilting pin but one with a plastic yellow top,

very similar to the ones that have been disappearing from my studio.

the only difference being, his plastic bit was a different shape to mine.

on closer inspection, perhaps with magnifying glass

i am quite sure it would have been in the shape of a cat's head.

there is nothing to do other than write them a little note.

i have placed one by the fireplace

and t'other by the understairs cupboard door,

in the hope they will realize the urgency of the matter.

indeed i went to bed last night

'a hoping and a praying'

by morning they had packed up their little quilting pins

and hankies made from scraps found in my studio.

high tailing it out of the shed,

for if they do not heed my wise words,

it would appear my man will be taking matters into his own hands...

she has been sweating with Miss Ethel over the past few days, and the hoorayiest of hoorays, there are a few pretties in the shop window ~ Tif