Cat-and-mouse games
The clues were hard to miss when I got home from work Wednesday night.



A tall floor rack that held supplies had been tipped over in the bathroom, its contents spilled out onto the floor.
A stack of clothes waiting for the wash had been scattered, laying in heaps across the bathroom floor.
And most ominously, Annie the cat was covered in baby powder. White clouds of the stuff billowed out from her whenever she moved.
As I began to pick through the jumble to put things back in place, I spotted a little tail. Odd, I thought. this does not look like the usual lizard tails I find around here when Annie has been up to her usual mischief.

The little mouse was still very much alive and had cleverly hidden himself amid the clothes.
He seemed to be OK, if a bit stunned, and I managed to get him out to the porch where he was set free.

Let's hope he ran far, far away from here.
Meanwhile, Annie continued to wait patiently in the bathroom later that evening, I suppose thinking that her new friend was still in there somewhere and might want to come out to "play" again.
There is an upside: Now that's she's moved on from her usual little reptiles, perhaps the lizards in my yard can at last breathe a sigh of relief.




Daily Breeze reporter Donna Littlejohn has shared her homes with a succession of wonderful, funny, and occasionally difficult canines -- Muffin, Fritz, Ellie, Mercy, Pilgrim and now Cowboy, an Australian shepherd-border collie, and Tess, a border collie. From strong-willed terriers to weirdly obsessed Australian shepherds, they've invaded her world with boundless energy, wet noses, muddy paws and soggy tennis balls. But they've really brought so much more than that -- like laughter and joy, some unexpected life lessons, and more than a few tears along the way.
Josh Grossberg grew up with the usual array of animals: goldfish, dogs, hamsters, parakeets and turtles. He now owns the loudest dog in the South Bay(
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