Thomas

My friend Kathleen interrupted my flow of conversation on the phone and said "I have a mouse in my house." "You have a what? " I asked. "A mouse" she said "M O U S E. Mouse." "Oh" I said. "He's sitting on my bag" (She was in her bedroom). "He's Just sitting there. I can see him breathing" she said. "There must be something wrong with him.... when an animal exhibits strange behavior that means there's something wrong." She said. "You're right." I agreed "Is he cute?" I asked. "Very" She said. "Maybe you should grab a towel, wrap him up and take him outside and drop him on the street. Better yet, get your husband to do it." We both laughed. "Or maybe, you should give Thomas some cheese on a plate and then take the plate on the street." "So now you're calling him Thomas." She said. "Yes" I said. "Can you take a picture of him on your phone and send it to me?" I asked. "Sure." She said. Next thing I know there's an email in my in box with "Thomas" in the subject line. And so here he is. Thomas. The M O U S E. "Can you take a front view picture?" I asked in my reply. LOL. And then I decided to write about it in my blog. Haven't written for months and months. Never know what it will take to get you motivated to write. A M O U S E, or a M O U S E named Thomas. You pick. I can't.