I was minding everyone else's business when I spied this mouse scurrying across the garage. Hey, it's my job. I got to catch it! So we run around a little and then the critter discovers he can get out through the vent that my dufous owners opened up for me to wander in and out of the garage. They also put a cat door in for me to get in the house. Boy do they get excited when I bring a bird in and scatter it on the carpet! Anyway, back to the mouse. The mouse gets out of the garage and starts thrashing around between my house and the neighbor's.
Dumb mouse. There's no place to go. I'm getting ready to pounce when I notice that the neighbor has placed this old evaporative cooler on the ground. He's kind of blocked off the openings so the kids can't get in it, but, hey, I'm a cat. I can squeeze into anything.
Okay mouse, I'll deal with you later, I've got a new conquest. They don't call me Chance for nothing. Oh, look. This thing has a squirrel cage! Hey, mouse. Check this out.
Lets see. There's a tiny little bitty space between the cage and the cooler housing. No sweat, I can get in there. This is cool. Well, can't go anywhere here. Might as well go back and chase that mouse. Now, how did I get in here? Heah, can't turn around. Some kind of slippery black stuff getting on my paws. Smells like that stuff David's truck puts on the driveway. Yuck. Tastes just as bad!
OK. Meow. Don't panic. Meow. There has got to be a way out of here. Meow. Ahoh. Meow. Meow. I'm getting claustrophobic. Meow. Meow. I'm starting to sweat. Meow. Meow. Oh, man. Meow. Meow. I wet myself. Meoooooooooooooooooow."