I have a friend who had a mouse in her coat closet. Because of that, everytime I look in my coat closet, I'm cautiously on the lookout for mice. As though, instinctively, that's where all mice go. And besides, my coat closet is mainly full of Barbies, but that's a different subject.
Imagine my surprise this morning when I saw a mouse, not in the coat closet, but in another area of the house.
I'm hoping it's one of those helpful mice. I have always liked the movie The Rescuers. Those were nice mice. And I liked Ratatouille. I wouldn't mind some help in the kitchen. Or even those cute mice in Cinderella. I never mend anything, I just give it to Goodwill. Maybe it's a mouse that sews buttons.