We Search High And Low But Where Did It Go?

So the mouse on a string we ran off with at our wing, while Pat was away. Now we can't find it at our bay. Yes, I can open drawers with ease. I can go where ever I please.


Pat had left,Not noticing our theft.We had to put it back in place,Before he checked the space.

I checked the bag.Nothing! Not even a rag.I did tear it up a bit.I just had to do it.

I interrogated the fish.But do as I wish,He did not spill.I ate him like a pill.

I searched the whole bed.I took a moment to rest my head.Even we have to stretch,I hate playing fetch.

I searched from up high.I was meditating on it, no lie.Who needs eyes open to see.Not little old me.

I saw this thing.Cassie gave it a fling.We both watched it go round and round.My toy had been found.

But it would not stay still.So I had my fill.I stopped it using my weight.Damn, no toy at my gate.

 I tried the tunnel thing.I may eat it a bit like string.But there was nothing there.Maybe just a little cat hair.

 I took high, she took low.The toy still did not show.Where could it be?Beats little old me.

 After such a hard days work,A nap was sure a perk.We slept all day long.That toys hiding power was strong.
Did we find it you ask? I know you want an ending to our task. Yeah, Pat found out where it was when he saw the fuzz. I sorta, maybe ate it. I just ate a bit. Thankfully I was able to pass the mass out my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.