Jim left for work at 4 PM last night and I got into a cleaning spree . I came downstairs for a break when I noticed Binx going crazy in back of my TV . When he appeared he had something in his mouth . As he ran into the kitchen , I heard squeak, squeak .
I went to take a look and sure enough , he had a mouse . I hit him with the broom to drop it and he took off to my bedroom . He dropped Mickey, which looked dead . So, I chased Binx out of the room and went to retrieve something to pick up the now dead mouse or so I thought . When I went back in my bedroom , it was gone .
GREAT , now I have a mouse in my bedroom . Knowing I would never be able to sleep, the search was on . I lifted one of my stuffed Mickey's and there he was . I gently put Mickey back down and went downstairs finding a cup and kitchen towel . I went back up ,picked up Mickey, and slid the mouse into the cup stuffing it with the kitchen towel, so he wouldn't jump out and give me a heart attack .
By now it was 11 PM , I took the cup down to a field by our house , lifted the towel, put the cup on the ground and said , go Mickey, you are free .