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Mouse Games Marty is always plonking his black cloth mouse Onto his dinner plate Whether the plate is full or empty. I don't understand his thinking. It is not a matter of dunking the mouse Cos he must be trying to magic me To feed him when the plate is licked clean. Thankfully the mouse has not yet got mucky Requiring washing. It has already lost a red ear. And every morn and night Marty plays his little game with me. He brings the mouse to me sitting in my chair And for half an hour I have to throw it away as fast as I can So he can chase and retrieve it. Of all his toys it is the only one he loves now. (Except for his scratching post and ping pong balls.) Must be a faint scent of catmint left. But it is his very own toy. Even at five months old Marty is still completely the kitten. Chunky little beast. %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%