Mom goes into her yard, or out by the farm buildings, or into the corrals, or something or other.
The second I hear the back door open and then shut
I know Mom is outside somewhere.
I stop what I’m doing and start looking for Mom.
Sometimes I look for Mom in a sneaky way—like hide here and there.
Hide under this.
Then I walk very quietly to Mom
Sit down and wait for Mom to notice me.
Other times I run down the road
As fast as I can.
Soon as I get to Mom, I start rubbing myself all along her legs.
Either way, Mom always stops and gives me really nice rubs and pets
Then Mom ‘gets to work’
Sometimes that means dragging the hose all over the lawn
Or loading up the wheel barrels with shovels, rakes, and the hoe
Other times it means Mom sits down on the side of the flowerbeds and starts grabbing the weeds
No matter what Mom starts doing I hang around with her
I hang around
This is so sooooo boring.
I don’t mind waiting and waiting if there is a mouse to torment
But just laying in the shade, under a big leaf, waiting on Mom
See you later, there are things to do, and mice to catch!