mouse cabinet

I have just reread some of the stories and escapades that Peg and I have been through. It brought to mind a happening about Cliff and I when we were first married. I had acute hearing and I couldn't sleep because I could hear a mouse. We had some cabinets at the top of our bedroom wall at the end of the bed. Well I complained so much that Cliff got up. Furious! Started pulling sheets and such out of the cabinet and a mouse (like something out of Tom and Jerry) came flying out of the shelf and hit him in the chest. Cliff looked like a windmill, his legs and arms going around. He hollered, "There's you D--M mouse, now go to sleep." Well, I finally did but would giggle every little bit. Blessings, Indiana Joan