Dear Mice

Dear Mice,

I know winter is coming soon, and you are on the lookout to move into a nice, warm, comfy residence. You will, no doubt, be looking for something within your means (not too much cheese), and probably something that would not entail a long commute to food, and other commodities. I understand. Snow is hard to travel in, very cold, and if you get stuck in a snow bank, digging out may take time and energy, and may lead to freezing. Playgrounds for the little ones, that offer fun and enjoyment, while at the same time encouraging strong muscle growth, is a plus. It would be very convenient to find a place that supplies all your needs, and even offers a great view at night.

I would like to take a moment right now, though, to tell you why you should avoid MY house. It is because of our Sox. Please don't get Sox confused with an article of clothing, because although Sox does like to drape around our shoulders, weave in and out between our feet, and curl up on our tummies, we don't wear Sox.

You see, mice, 'Sox' is a cat. Yes, you read that right. Sox is a male kitty who will attack anything that moves. And that includes YOU. I have already made arrangements for two of your fellow creatures that have lost the good fight in our backyard, and I should hate to have to dig more burial plots. I'd rather be digging a place for my tulip bulbs.

Please take this into consideration while scouting out places for your winter home.

Sincerely,

Jeannette, 'The Grave Digger'