October 5, 2019

White Dog shook her head. "It is kind of early to have mousies coming it. It is still so warm and there is lots to eat still growing. I hope this is not a sign of what to expect."

Steve sure did not expect Roman, napping as dishes were washed up, to suddenly leap up and go wild in the pantry. His frantic digging was focused under the shelf unit and his growls were serious threats. He refused to come away but did not object when Steve knelt down beside him.

"What's there, Buddy?" Did you sniff some kibble bits Tiz pushed under?" And then he Steve saw a flash of grey; Roman shifted to follow and jumped over Steve to keep up the chase.

After a couple more minutes Roman stood in the middle of the room head tilted to listen closely. Steve stood unmoving waiting for the hunter's next move. Roman gave a small cry of frustration and went back to the pantry to retrace the route. "I think he got away," Steve told him. "But thanks to you we know to get the traps out and check the barriers to make sure we prevent being hunters all winter. You are our official mouse alert."