Evil Doers Beware!

Migs the marvelous mouser was at it again last night. In my dream-world daze of 3am, I heard her howlings of success as she caught and released another mouse. Although in dream terms it translated into a series of maze-like images including Migs-as-Super-hero, replete with sickeningly sweet techni-color (a la Roy Lichtenstein).

This may have had something to do with me spending most of my evening printing and cutting out Super Hero Magnets (as gifts for some friends).

At any rate, hearing her mousing-howl in my sleepy daze, I mistook it for cries of help. I patted the bed (still half asleep), and called her name, inviting her to come join me in my dream-world, before I realized that what I was actually doing was inviting a cat with a mouse up onto my bed. I jolted awake and out of bed in order to intercept our super-hero. (Luckily for me, she'd already lost the mouse under the dishwasher, where it would stay.)

Secure in the notion that she'd done her duty, protecting us from the mouse, she jumped into bed an hour later (sans mouse, thankfully).

Now maybe I just have Super heroes on the brain, but we have a friend who, instead of donning different "hats," to describe his various "roles," dons super-hero capes - and why not? Why not lift your status from the ordinary hat-wearing role, to the Super heroified-caped crusader role?

Challenge: Be a Super Hero
I challenge you to become your own Super hero: More powerful, more colorful, able to leap tall stacks of files in a single bound.... You don't have to make yourself a costume (unless you want to), but give your ordinary powers an extraordinary boost & see if it changes your attitude towards your daily/weekly duties.

More mouse-capades

It wasn't enough to have a midnight adventure with cat and mouse, now I have to have an afternoon adventure with mouse and coffee.

This afternoon one of my cats was rather insistent upon being on the kitchen counter. This is highly frowned upon at my house. We love our cats on the floor and in the lap, but in no way, shape, or form are they allowed onto such surfaces as the kitchen counter. Strict rules.

No sooner had I repremanded her, then a mouse jumped out from behind the microwave and scurried past my coffee cup, behind the utensil jar and in Kamakaze form, threw himself into the void between my stove and wall. I, of course, screamed bloody Mary, high stepped it into the other room and made several convulsive motions to indicate my utter grossed-outedness.

Once I recovered, I quite loudly stomped back into the kitchen (so's to scare off any other mice in waiting), took EVERYTHING off the counters and cleaned them like they've never been cleaned before. Strict rules be damned! If there is a mouse on my counter, you better believe, from this point out, that my cat is WELCOME up there!

I have to say that if it weren't for the mouse-capades, I don't think my kitchen would've gotten so clean. Sometimes all we need is that little incentive to get the work done.

Your challenge is to find that incentive.