Mouse, Mice, Thrice

We used to get more mice in winter, and our cats were better hunters, but I felt so badly for the first one they cornered, I actually scooped it up and walked it all the way to High Park so that it might live out its life in a more pastoral setting.
     The night of the second mouse was particularly cold, and it was all I could do to cross the street and release it in the remains of the school’s vegetable garden.
     The third woke me up and I’m sorry to say, but I flushed it down the toilet.

Image based on a photo by Laurie LeClair.