Ballroom Blitz

At work today, I learned a mouse was in the house. Big it was, *so* big it nearly resembled a rat. Unless it was a rat, or a mouse in a fat suit, I guess we'll never really know.

Our gallant colleague, Mark, only lives around the corner and offered to go and fetch his cat, called Blitz. She would sort this out, once and for all. Of course, we all heartily (I believe I was the heartiest) encouraged him to do just this, and at close of business off he went to collect her.

He arrived back, cat-killer ready and raring to go. And go she did, as soon as she hit the ground she ran; after her ball, behind the radiator, in an empty A4 paper box, under tables, on chairs, in front of the printer. Anything except hunt for the mouse/rat.

It was Tom, without the Jerry really. No frying pans in the face, no brooms being brandished, no swallowed irons, no sizzled tails, indeed no mouse traps on tails. Just fun and giggles. Here she is, no doubt trying to find the mouse in a pink watering can. I just love that bushy tail.

Here is one of my all-time favourite Tom and Jerry cartoons; Mouse Comes to Dinner.

Enjoy!