(in the spirit of the guest contributers on Sheepdog's blog)
Look upon me with admiration. Point and whisper in awe.
For last night, I did tear around the living room, without warning. And those who claim to own me did holler at me to stop running around like a crazy cat.
And then they saw the reason.
For I did catch a mouse.
And I did hang onto it in my mouth, until a garbage bag had been brought unto me.
And I did then deposit its corpse into that same bag.
And then those who claim to own me apologized for calling me crazy, and they did treat me with renewed respect.
So, I say, look upon me with admiration, for I am Millhouse, Catcher of Mice.
(Now go away, or I shall bite thee.)
