His muddy feet crept over the threshold and into the house.
His tiny hat and jacket where wet from the rain and snow.
Through the living room he did tiptoe.
Keeping quiet he slipped through the house.
The cat must be asleep hoped the mouse.
The cat was warm in his bed.
On his paws, rested his head.
In his soft bed he gently purred.
The cat can hear me; his mind whirred.
The cat slowly woke; his nose sniffed the air.
His head rose; looking at me with a fixed stare.
A cat must do what a cat must do thought the cat to himself as he chased the small mouse.
But a mouse must do what a mouse must do muttered the mouse as he raced through the house.
His heart, raced, his feet where a blur as he made it to his home
