“Maximus has something in his mouth!” Janet frantically whispered to Brandon, waking him up. “He’s under the bed!”
When Brandon shined his Maglite under the bed, he saw a three-inch field mouse–scampering into their closet.
“What is it?”
“It’s a mouse, presumably drowning in your Pradas.”
Brandon found the rodent poking his head out of a black pump, frozen in Brandon’s light.
“Where in the hell is that cat?” Brandon complained to no one while fetching a bag and a broom.
But Maximus was coiled on the bed, content that He did his part for his pride.