I am at the point after having lost our boy, Oberon, last month where I can 
begin to laugh at some of his adventures and tell some of his stories. I 
thought this one needed to be shared.

Oberon was a "mouser"! He learned to catch field mice outside at our home in 
the Catskill Mountains. I think he learned because he saw me yelping and 
screaming whenever I turned over a rock in the garden to find a mouse. I hate 
mice. Two years ago while we were living in an older home in Wisconsin, 
Oberon caught a mouse in the house. Stuart, my husband, saw the mouse very 
early in the morning while at breakfast. I was still upstairs, but woke to 
the sounds of crashing furniture, and Ob and Stuart scrambling. Stuart told 
me that they saw a mouse, but it got away, and HE had to go to work! I was 
flipping out, terrified, and determined to stay upstairs the whole day! From 
upstairs, three hours later, I heard Ob scratching at the cupboard in the 
foyer. I quietly walked down several stairs to the landing where I could see 
the mouse behind a tall cupboard. My heart was racing. I wanted it to just go 
away again. I was trapped. The mouse was trapped. I decided that I needed to 
try to get the mouse out into the open where Ob would have a chance of 
catching it. All the brooms were downstairs, and I wasn't going to step down 
any further. I needed ammunition of some sort. So I went into Stuart's closet 
for his shoe box full of change and, from the stair landing, started throwing 
handfuls of money at the mouse. After about twenty minutes of change 
throwing, the mouse was startled out into the open and Ob got him! A dead 
mouse in the house, I could barely look. I was afraid that the mouse was just 
startled and would come to life again. Now what!? Made a panic stricken call 
to my friend to save me. After the call I went back for a tiny look. The 
floor was covered with quarters, pennies, nickels, and dimes, and there was 
Ob, very proudly sitting upright guarding the dead mouse with a huge pee 
puddle surrounding it! He caught it and peed on it! I think it was Ob's 
victory dance for me.
Ann Lee Fuller
Missing my guy, Baypaths Oberon V Tallpines

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