Oh Mordecai and Alicia, where are you tonight????? Weep,weep. Moan, moan

Gosh, for a brief moment it was so quiet and peaceful down here. I really thought you had kicked the habit.....but NOOOOoooooooo................ It's alright mother. There will be another day and there are always more miceys......... Think GOOD thoughts....Have you thought about a new hobby or something??? Keeping busy is a good thing.....It helps to get over losses...... :)

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Oh dear---no strange noises are coming from the walls where my miceys disappeared------Don't you feel bad for me-eeeee???????

I am sure that before long you will hear a little squeak or two and I will have to be my insulting and obnoxious self once again. Do you want me to be honest here or should I go on pretending???? OK.......That's so terrible, where could all your dear sweet little miceys be... I feel so baaaaad for yooooooou. There....is that good?

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Thank you---thank you for being so caring about our miceys----- See, you were so nice that I feel compelled to share them with youu--uu-u-u !!! Don't say I never gave you anything--hee-hee-e-e-e-e-eee

You are sooooooo kind.........I shall have to refuse your offer though. My cat does them in quite nicely and we all know that you wouldn't want that! I mean Mordica and Alicy being mauled and their limp little bodies being batted around for hours.... No, I think you should keep the little darlin's in the wall. Leave well enough alone says me.....
So what will you give me instead......... considering how nice I am?????? :)

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I do wish you would learn to spell-------- The names are Mordecai and Alicia It's rude to deliberately mispell their dear little names----- especially since you refused to share them with me---eeeeee snif,snif

I just knew misspelling their names would get you going. But you know my spelling is terrible and I would never do something so mean. Not on purpose. And my spell checker doesn't want anything to do with names of mice. It always tells me "No such word" -so you see, it isn't just me anyway. You do believe me don't you???? I think you are just being a wee bit on the defensive because you know there are not too many humankind that would put up with those nasty little rodents. Oh forgive me....did I say that. I just don't know what overcame me. I mean your sweet little miceykins that you have borne a very unnatural attachment to.......

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YOU ARE MEAN-N-N-N-N !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

No no no! You must have me completely confused with someone else. Just consider how nice I am all the time..... Here little micey, miceys..... I will be sooooo good to yooooou......

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Dear,sweet dutter-----My miceys---are your miceys----So then, let us be happy together------You know, one big happy family!!! Hee-eeehee-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Oh yes, just one big happy family. In that case, I think Bojangles, my wonderful kitty, is going to be the happiest of all! That IS so sweet of you....Hee-eehee-eeeeeeeeeeeeeee

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Why do you always have to be me-e-an and bring your mad mouser cats into it!!!! Just when I thought it was peaceful again-------- You pain me--ee-eee dee-eply,snif-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f

I don't know why. I am just bad I guess...........bad, bad Dutter! Shame on me!

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You must have a heavy concience----After all,you wished ill on my cuddly, fuzzy miceys. now I have to sit and wait for their return------- You should hang your head in sha-a-a-ame!

Oh, but I am not. I have worked hard and long returning your fuzzy freaky little Cyber friends to their rightful home. And now there is some uncertainty about that! Take a peek as they are multiplying at random......but so are my fine, furry, friendly, felines!!!!

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Beware!!!! Keep your cats at home!!!! My miceys will use any means available to defend their territory!!!

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----And we all lived together in a wee little house Hee-e-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeheeeeeeeeeeeee

Congratulations!!! It's a good thing too!! After all is said and done....Miceys are so cute.

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My miceys are too smart to ever get caught-------You're just looking for an easy way out-------You know they're lost in the woodwork somewhere------To think that they're all alone and starving makes me wee-e-e-e-ep, boo-hoo!

Oh no......here we go again! You are just looking for ways to add to THE PAGE and I am not going to fall for your tactics. Others are not quite so smart but I am on to you. Your miceys aren't starving. I know your feeding them on the sly. Not Cabot cheese but other good stuff and I won't get weepy over fat (and free to propagate) miceys.

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They WILL return------wait and see!!! No matter how disdainful you are of my cuddly, sweet, fuzzy miceys, they WILL return!!! so there!!!

I have no doubts that you are correct! And I am sure I will find just the cat for the occasion!

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It's drafty down here on the floor with my ear by the micey-hole!!!! Heeeheeeeecough,cough----

Well,my dear mutter..........You don't seem to have the sense that you were born with!!   Get up! This thing you have for miceys has become totally abnormal!!!

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The only reason I have not arisen is that I can't, I'm too stiff!!!!!! Comme oo-ut liddle %&#$@ miceys before I succumb to this arthritis!!!!!!!!

Oh my goodness..........are you eating in that position and everything?? This feels like a bell going off in my head. The start bell for the next round!!! By the way...do you see anything while down there? Are the little critters still there or have they fled. They might have heard my bell too........

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You have some nerve asking me if I eat in this position-----I'm your Mutter, not a contortionist!!!!! My word--------------- I finally, and oh so painfully, got up------I am sitting in a chair by the micey hole waiting, and waiting, and wa-a-i-t-i-n-n-g--------Sigh-hh-h-h-h, all's quiet on the micey front----------------LOL

Oh no it isn't! If there are miceys in the walls, then there is all kinds of noise, but only when you are not waiting and listening! We both know they are there. And we both know why they are not showing themselves!! You either make them work very hard singing or toting guns and marching, or you start raving and calling for the cats only to have them doused anyway. No wonder they are so quiet as you wait for them to squeak. They have finally learned your evil ways and are doing their utmost to make you think there is nothing but silence. I am sure they are back there giggling their cute little fuzzy heads off at you positioning yourself on the floor and getting stuck and then sitting in that chair and waiting and waiting..... Miceys have a sense of humor too you know!

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I think you are hoist on your own petard, caught in your own trap-----etc. If I remember rightly, you were the one with the ba-a-a-d cats, and I, poor deluded mutter, was the looney with a weakness for miceys. Now the worm has turned---- and you are extolling the virtues of MY hidden miceys----even to imbuing them with a sense of humor! It is out of my depth! Dutter, stick to the virtues of your ghastly cats!!!!!

If I KNEW what you were saying in the beginning up there, I might know how to respond! Are all micey lovers so predisposed to making cat lovers feel inadequate? And the worm has turned....what kind of talk is this ?....or did you know that we have a pail full in the basement? Now you are psychic too!>br> Your hidden miceys shall remain YOURS, by all means! Do not call on me, through lack of a sense of humor or sense at all, when your miceys are once again running rampant through out your walls and across your feet. We will see who has the last laugh then!

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Nary a sound------ I'd love to see their sweet, honest little micey faces with all the manicured whiskers! Did you know that they spend hours washing their tails???? Heeheeeeeee----

Well golly, have you been reading up on micey cleanliness? I bet you are just hoping you have really clean miceys considering you end up with scads of them running all over the place. Why don't you buy them little dustpans and brooms so that they may clean up their own droppings? I do think about the mess you must have in your drawers and walls........After all, miceys that can be taught to sing and march should be able to tidy up after themselves, don't you think? Just a thought. Teeny little kitty pans might be an alternative!

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I have run out of words------micey litter pans indeed!!!!!! You are getting rather far fetched, aren't you?? Still no micey sque-e-eaks!!!!!LOL

And so the Micey Tale ends, with Mordecai and Alicia honeymooning in the walls of the big, old house. I wish them luck, Dutter, and maybe sometime in the future, they or their children will appear again to sing in another micey choir under the baton of MadMutter, while CyberDutter waits with Sweetphew and Callouscat and tears out her few remaining hairs!!!!
Bye now!!!! Heeeheee-eeeeeeeee..........

Yes, Mutter, it has been an interesting challenge and that part of me that likes to help anyone in distress will miss your wailing, your moaning, and the thought that you are really heading for the deep end. It will be so quiet in that down under part of our e-mail and I can only hope that one day, after your grieving is done, you find yourself strong enough to maybe....
GET A LIFE!
Bye... Heeeheee-eeeeeeeee.............!

The End
(hee hee hee)

Hi DipstickCyberDutter~~~
I couldn't wait to see what you did!!! Oh My----- I am speechless!!! I hope that wasn't Mordecai and Alicia! Or was it????????
I'm laughing my brains out----HeeeheeeeeeeeeHooohoooooo Haahaaa Love MadMutter

I am glad you are enjoying the new animation so much! Now you can see why I was laughing so much when I put it in!! I really enjoyed doing that one! Heehee. Which Miceys they are, it is hard to say. They were apparently in the wrong place at the right time. I just felt it was right somehow that a cat had victory at the end!!!! Heehee!!! You abused them so, through out the whole tale, that I could see it no other way...Hee hee......