The Case of the Missing Chin

It was a rainy, wet Wednesday afternoon (which means it could have been any day of the year in BC). I was puttering around the house, cleaning my room with the help of my partner, Furbles. I had to zip down to the garage to put a bag of wood shavings with my mouse cage. Poor Mischief, Trouble, and Munchkin, they never saw it coming. But that's a whole other jar of raisins.

As I was putting the goods down, in walked this dame. Name was Mom. She's a good-looking blonde, pretty demanding at times, but you gotta love her anyways. She wanted to talk. Seems she'd just gotten home from work and wanted to know why the laundry hadn't been folded. We got to the bottom of that without much difficulty and the culprit was sentenced to 15 minutes of laundry folding duty after supper. I told her I had to go and headed back for my room. Upon entering, however, I found that (da-da-dummmm...) my trusty sidekick had been kidnapped!

I searched high and low for the little guy. Who would have the gall to do such a thing? Surely he couldn't have run away. Sure, he'd chewed a few walls in his time, but that was no reason to take him. My mind swarmed with visions of poor Furbles locked in a tiny cage, without any raisins or his favourite toilet paper tube. What sick, sick person had done this?

I searched my room; scoured the whole house. I left no hole unchecked; no wire escaped my careful inspection. I knew he'd leave me a clue. Finally, I discovered a small pile of turds near the corner of my bed. That was odd, I'd cleaned all of them up earlier in the afternoon. I pulled back all the covers, hoping to find the little guy. We'd had some problems with him hiding under the bed, so the frame had been removed and the mattress placed on the floor, right next to the wall. There was no possible way he could have squished into such a small little space.

But I checked anyways. I knew Furbles would try anything for a slice of banana or a juicy raisin. Then, there he was! Apparently he'd been investigating some reports of rebel kittens hiding in the corner, and had gotten stuck in a tight spot between the bed and the wall. I helped him out and returned him safely to his cage.

Ah, another day's work successfully completed. Now if I could just find someone to fold that laundry...;O)

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