In the closet where pillows were stored for the pandemic, stuffing lay scattered. Fabric soiled. So many had become mouse nests.
When first furloughed, the smart-looking cushions had done humorous impressions of the Nobel prize winners whose rears they recalled. Now that their padding had thinned, their numbers were also thinning. The best rotated among the dining room chairs. Not every guest could have a back support.
“Listen here,” the plumpest whispered. “A mouse ran under the Queen’s chair .”
The others cried in unison, “Where will it end?”
The door opened. Pussy Cat walked in. “I hear you’ve got problems.”
3 thoughts on “It Could Happen Anywhere”
Very clever. Once the Pussy Cat has solved the mouse problem, though, the cushions may have a cat dander and cat hair problem.
True. Cat allergies can be miserable. But Anti allergy
Sorry, hit send too early. There are ways around this. Especially for cushions.