by Ron Van Sweringen
“Great,” he said, “someone left the door open.”
“Boy, what a swell pad,” he thought, as he walked around. “Just look at all that glass and light and in a hi-rise too!”
An open floor plan, very modern, with lots of stainless steel and chrome; he liked that.
The bedroom was huge, with plenty of exercise equipment and a fabulous treadmill to take care of his nervous energy.
Yep, he smiled, this would do just fine. It sure beat the heck out of that cramped efficiency he had now.
He was about to stretch out and relax, when out of nowhere a gloved hand picked him up.
“Back to your own cage, Buster,” a voice said.
“I hate that,” he thought.” It’s so undignified being picked up by my tail, mouse or not. ”