"Iím going to catch that mouse and
eat him for supper tonight," Gilbert meowed. "For weeks heís been getting
into the cheese and Iím getting into trouble for it. Just wait till I
catch him!" The problem was that Gilbert had never seen the mouse. He knew
there was one there, but hadnít been able to catch him in the act. "Iíll
sit here on the wall and watch for him. The sun was feeling warm and
Gilbert curled up in a ball. "Iíll just lie here and take a little nap."
He yawned and fell asleep.
Brodie scampered about the garden,
running through the lady slippers, roses, chrysanthemums and daisies.
"Thereís that silly cat, Gilbert. Just look at him, sleeping on the job.
Heíll never catch me. Heís too lazy." The mouse giggled and ran over to
the vegetable garden. "Yummy. The tomatoes are ripe enough for me to eat,"
Brodie said. He plucked one off the branch and sat down on the ground. The
shade from the leaves protected him from the sun. "This is delicious."
When he finished the tomato, he ran
into the house and found the cheese. "Imagine that; the cheese is just
sitting here waiting for me and as usual, Gilbert is sleeping." Brodie ate
until he was so full that his tummy bulged. "Time for a nap," he said and
walked slowly into the garden. He laughed when he saw Gilbert sleeping on
the wall. Not being afraid, the mouse lay down, leaning against a pillar,
right under where Gilbert was sleeping. Soon he was asleep.
"Gilbert! The mouse has been into
the cheese again and itís eaten one of my prize tomatoes!" someone
shouted. Gilbertís eyes opened wide. "Find that mouse now!"
Gilbert sighed, hopped off the wall
and headed to the flower garden, knowing full well that heíd never find
the mouse. If only heíd looked right under his nose. Hee hee!