It’s a completely foreign sight to see your grown children reading to theirs.
…We can’t return, we can only look
Behind, from where we came
And go round and round and round, in the circle game… – Joni Mitchell
Mice or mouse? Twas’ the Night Before Christmas – “…not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse…” The concept of mice or mouse, or, are they their names, plural vs singular, ah, that is the question?? Did it matter? Every night I read to “my” kids, and, Jules would stop me right here, without fail! “Which is the mouse? Which is the mice?” Without fail, we would pause. I gave my explanation. Jules expressed her doubt and confusion. We could never quite communicate our thought. It persists even now. Mice or mouse? It tugs at my heart to see my kids all grown up. A new dress? – universally beloved by little girls.
I nearly neglected to photograph this behavior. Ray is a champ. But, in this case, Feather had her moment. Instinct? Feather has a beat up (stuffing gone) mouse toy. (No mice were actually harmed in the making of this post.) She was tossing it. I smiled and promptly missed a photo op. It’s hard to catch any of the cats at play. It occurs randomly and only for seconds. Great! I got her. She was so cooperative. She loves to play with that mouse. Why? Pure entertainment (for me)!