Today’s selection – Stranger in My House – by Ronnie Milsap, has more truth in it than you can imagine.
Earlier in the week, Althea our huntress of a cat, carried in yet another live beastie. It was small and black, I know this because I watched the poor creature make a mad dash for freedom out the back door. Only he didn’t realized that it was a sliding screen door. He bounced off the screen, collected himself and scurried for safety under the jelly cupboard.
Who knows were he went after that, except that Althea kept guard on something underneath the sofa.
I would like to think that the vole, for that is what Tom determined it was based on my description, found an escape hatch somewhere and is back out in the wilderness where he belongs.
Otherwise at some point very soon, I am going to unexpectedly come across his desiccated corpse and have to call in rodent removal AKA Tom Bergman.
This version of Stranger In My House is with the Los Lonely Boys.