In the children’s fairy tale, Cinderella, the mice turn into magnificent horses and pull Cinderella’s pumpkin-turned carriage to the ball. She needs to get herself and her carriage home before dawn as her enchanted finery will turn back into its more common form with the first rays of the sun.
In my house, I’m not sure what the kitty-mice turn into at night, but they go from cute but lifeless little toys piled in the kitty toy box to adventurers who gallivant all over the house in the dark. Some of the mice come up on the bed and chase the cats around. Some of the mice go out as far as the kitchen and hide under the stove. One or two mice might take a swim, or end up quite close to the water bowl. Yet another mouse or two might end up in one of the potted plants. And lots of mice will be found scattered up and down the stairs, all over the hallway, and next to my office.
Sadly, just like Cinderella’s horse-mice, as soon as the light of day arrives the kitty-mice flop on their sides and don’t move until I pick them up or the kitties grab them and run. Still, it’s remarkable to find groups of them huddled in interesting patterns all over the floor.
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