What’s going on upstairs?
November 16th, 2009
There are so many times when I desperately want to know what’s going on inside Miss Mouse’s wee brain. Like last night, when she spent 20 minutes determinedly transporting potholders.
I have a low drawer in the kitchen that is home to all my potholders and non-breakable trivets. It’s one of the only things in the kitchen that is Mouse-accessible and she likes to muck around in there. Last night, she decided that the potholders needed to migrate.
She took them all out, one by one, and proceeded to walk around the house with them, depositing them as she went. A few in the living room. One on the stairs. One carefully placed inside a black cooking wok she’d pulled off a shelf. Some came back into the kitchen after a lap around the other rooms — why?? What was she thinking about?
Miss Mouse spent most of this time bi-pedal, but I did look over once to see her motoring across the kitchen floor in a modified Downward Facing Dog, with her hands placed on two potholders and her bum in the air.
I said nothing, only observed. After all, what is there to say when you witness such a thing?