31-12-11
So here I am sitting in my pj’s having my standard cuppa
organic coffee and going through a gazillion emails thinking about my
personality, what I want to create in 2012, my art, my job, my life, where I
live, what makes me happy, things I want to experience, where I’m at, all the
things I should be doing other than sitting here typing and then I look at the
mouse…and I don’t mean the computer mouse.
Three
days ago my cat Merle caught a baby brownish grey field mouse at 1.08am and
woke me up. Discovering the poor wee chap on his back with his paws curled
inwards and on the verge of death, I swooped the little fellow from the
clutches of the lion, scalded him for rampaging through my cupboards for the
past month and chucked him outside by the tail saying “good luck” and went back
to bed.
Imagine
my surprise when the very next morning sitting on the doorstep was one very
battered little brown-grey mouse. This mouse had just escaped the maw of a
Siamese lion and was thrown to freedom and yet here he was wanting to get back
into the house?!? Leaving him
outside I thought about this for a couple of hours. Peeking back through the
glass sliding door was one very pathetic little being. Oh what to do?
Now
comfortably snuggled up in a toilet roll, in a small plastic snake container
complete with water and corn kernels that he’d has been stealing, I contemplate
us. Us as beings. Us as created by the same Creator. How many mice have I
trapped, driven over and poisoned before? Lets face it, you can’t have mice
living wild in the cupboards. Actually I did trap and relocate a mouse once. He
got trapped in a big empty rubbish bin and couldn’t get out. He ended up with
sea views in Cairns.
Just how different is his life
from mine really? We are both in a container with walls we can see through (my
house – his house), we have both ventured out into the wild world and been
abused, beaten up, mauled and nearly died, we are both in a comfortable
position – food, water, shelter, safe… The only difference is I have the
ability to venture outside of my container if I choose to yet little grey mouse
will die if I go away for longer than three days without the proper provisions.
I recall an article long ago
about a man learning life’s lessons from a rat in his garage (Perelandra.com),
so little grey mouse will be here for a little longer, his presence gracing my
art room, taunting my cat and infuriating my partner (when he finds out).
To be continued…
