I make my way up to the house and walk in to see Sylvester and Minnie, our cats, lying in front of the fire, stretched out and sleeping like logs. I stare at them all relaxed like. “Dare I ask if you two wild beasts caught any mouses today?” I frown as I mouth the word. Mouses. “Mice, did you two catch any mice today?” They keep sleeping. “Everybody is working in this house to keep the wheels running except you two,” I tell them as I kick off my shoes and take off my jacket. “You better start pulling your weight around here or that’s it. No more fire and no more free meals.”
