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The Squeakle family lived in the forgotten basement of the quaint little cottage of Mrs. Fluffenmutter\u2014an elderly white-haired lady whose eyesight and hearing weren\u2019t quite what they used to be. The Squeakles were a bustling clan of mice, comprising Mama Squeakle and her seven spirited pups named Nibbles, Kibbles, Bibbles, Fluffy, Buffy, Stuffy, and the runt of the litter, Pip. Pups, of course, is the name for children who are mice.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
After they were weaned, the pups spent their days sleeping and playing games like hide-and-seek and tag. Mama spent most of her day scavenging crumbs in the kitchen upstairs to keep them fed because they were hungry most of the time. Mama didn\u2019t know it, but Mrs. Fluffenmutter dropped crumbs on the floor because she secretly liked mice. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mama was a single parent. Papa Squeakle had mysteriously disappeared a few days ago, about the same time a new resident came into the house. Mama called him Mr. Cheesepuff, a cat so named because he was large, furry, and orange, and purred as loud as thunder when he was happy\u2014which wasn\u2019t often. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mama couldn\u2019t guess where Papa went, and she had little time to wonder. The nearly full-time job of feeding her family now fell solely to her, and she would not shirk her duty. She had so far avoided the chubby tabby, who slept most of the day, but lately, she\u2019d seen him prowling by day too, making food searches risky anytime.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One day, as the cat snored in the next room, she darted across the kitchen, gleaning morsels and crumbs from the floor to and from her basement nest. She placed the crumbs in her little makeshift pantry, a cardboard matchbox perfect for food storage. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
On her fourth trip up top, she spied a chunk of cheese in a corner she had missed before. She swallowed the crumbs she had already gathered because mama mice need to eat too. She gave the cheese a sniff and put it in her mouth to carry back to her nest. Mama was so focused on her task that she didn\u2019t hear the cat sneak up behind her. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
She heard something rustle and whirled around to see Mr. Cheesepuff crouching, a sly grin on his face. Mama froze like a statue, unable to move. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
He pounced. She squeaked in fright and dashed towards the tiny hole in the baseboard, the cat mere inches behind. She reached the opening as he took a swipe at her. Although he missed, she felt his claws scrape her back. She ran to her children in the basement, blissfully asleep in their beds and unaware of her death-defying close call.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cToo close,\u201d Mama gasped, her heart pounding faster than a chasing house cat. She knew it was time to address the troublesome tabby that now lived in this house and threatened their survival. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cFamily Meeting!\u201d she called, in the loudest Mama-mouse voice she could muster. \u201cWake up, little pups.\u201d The young mice stirred, rubbed their eyes, then quickly gathered in a huddle around Mama, their noses twitching and ears alert. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cListen, dear children,\u201d she began, her voice steady despite her close call moments before. \u201cWe have a problem.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat kind of problem, Mama?\u201d chirped Pip, the smallest and bravest of all the sibling mice. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cA big, furry, orange problem,\u201d said Mama. \u201cMr. Cheesepuff. He\u2019s not being a good neighbor. He wants to eat us.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The little mice trembled at the thought of becoming a snack for the cat. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat can we do?\u201d asked Buffy, the most fearful of the pups. Tears welled up in her eyes. \u201cI\u2019m scared. We are\u200c so small and Mr. Cheesepuff is so big.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat is true,\u201d answered Mama, \u201cbut you’re big enough to help me now. We must find a way to get rid of this orange menace.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cLet\u2019s set a trap,\u201d suggested Kibbles, the most impulsive of her siblings. \u201cPapa used to tell us to watch out for the mousetraps. What if we could make a cat trap? We will catch him and tell him that chasing mice is not very nice.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGood idea,\u201d Mama answered. \u201cYou are all such smart pups. But I think it\u2019s too dangerous. What if we catch him and he gets loose and catches us instead? He will be very angry. And he is bigger, stronger, and faster than us.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBut not smarter\u2026right Mama?\u201d said Bibbles, the brightest of the siblings. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo, Mr. Cheesepuff is not smarter than us,\u201d Mama reassured him. \u201cWe are far smarter than he is.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThen we need to outsmart him,\u201d volunteered Nibbles, always the hungriest of the pups. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Fluffy, whose fur was thick and soft, spoke. \u201cLet\u2019s tell Mrs. Fluffenmutter that he is a mean cat. She will tell him to stop.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHmm\u2026\u201d said Mama, \u201cI don\u2019t think Mrs. Fluffenmutter will understand us. She doesn\u2019t speak mouse.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mama noticed the crestfallen look on Fluffy\u2019s face, and she patted her on the head. \u201cIt\u2019s a good idea, but this is a really big problem that needs a really big answer. Not all good ideas will work.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWe need a distraction,\u201d piped up Pip. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat kind of distraction, son?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know Mama. I haven\u2019t been out in the world to learn many things yet.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBut I have,\u201d Mama answered, a sparkle of mischief in her eye. \u201cAnd I know the perfect distraction for a big mean cat like Mr. Cheesepuff.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cTell us, Mama!\u201d clamored the little mice as they jumped up and down, tails flicking and whiskers twitching. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOkay dears, here\u2019s my idea. Catnip. All cats love catnip.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s catnip?\u201d Nibbles asked, his empty tummy growling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt\u2019s a magical plant that smells like green sunshine. Cats are crazy about it,\u201d Mama explained.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIf we give catnip to Mr. Cheesepuff, he will lose interest in us. Then we\u2019ll get all the food we want without him chasing us around the house. I know where to get some, but I need your help.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMe, me, me!\u201d shouted the mice in chorus. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mama raised her front paws in a gesture of silence. \u201cI will need everyone\u2019s help.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cPip, you will help me first because you are the smallest. Mrs. Fluffenmutter grows a catnip plant in the window box. It\u2019s closed off with a clear door so the cat can\u2019t reach it. But there\u2019s a tiny space under the door, and a small mouse can squeeze in and get some leaves. Only you are small enough to get inside, Pip.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWe\u2019ll do it tomorrow,\u201d Mama continued. \u201cBut we must be careful. He prowls around at night and sleeps most of the day. Sometimes he\u2019s awake during the day too, so we never know. Cats are strange creatures.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIn the meantime, let\u2019s eat! A hunk of cheese, and enough for all.\u201d They all ate to their hearts’ delight, and with tummies full, soon fell fast asleep. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The next morning, after a good night’s sleep, Mama woke her pups. \u201cHere\u2019s the plan,\u201d she said. \u201cPip will go with me to get the leaves, then bring it back here where it\u2019s safe. You will all shred the leaves into tiny pieces and mix them with crumbs. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHe will love it and be too busy enjoying himself to chase us. While he enjoys his treat, we will gather crumbs. If we are fast, we will find enough for a few days. When we are out of food, we will do it again.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mama and Pip went upstairs and peeked out of the mouse hole. No cat, no Mrs. Fluffenmutter, nothing stirring at all. They tiptoed into the kitchen as quiet as mice, which was easy considering they were mice. They hopped up to the sink counter and spotted the green potted plant centered in the window box. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The sunlight streamed through the window box, providing plenty of light to do their task. Mr. Cheesepuff was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he was in another room or with Mrs. Fluffenmutter. Perfect. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mama watched as Pip scampered onto the sill of the window box and squeezed himself through the tiny space under the door. By sucking in his breath, he made it in, but it was tight. His nose twitched as he sniffed the plant. Mmm\u2026 green sunshine. He plucked a handful of leaves and squeezed back under the door, and he and Mama scurried down to the floor. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
They heard a noise, slight but unmistakable. It was Mr. Cheesepuff, crouching in the doorway, purring.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cRun!\u201d Mama shouted. The cat leaped towards them, and they ran as if their lives depended on it, because it did. They zigged and zagged around the table and chairs. The cat lunged, crashing into Mama, knocking them both sprawling across the floor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As the cat and mouse regained their balance, Pip slipped into the mouse hole. \u201cMama!\u201d cried Pip. The outcry distracted Mr. Cheesepuff for a nanosecond\u2014just long enough for Mama to make her move. Mama feinted to the side as the cat pounced, missing her by a whisker. She rocketed across the floor, the cat\u2019s hot breath on her heels, his paw grazing her tail as she hurled herself into the safety of the hole. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The rest of the Squeakle clan was waiting, and they shared hugs and kisses and cried tears of joy. \u201cWe did it!\u201d exclaimed Pip, waving the catnip leaves over his head. \u201cGreen sunshine!\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat was too close,\u201d panted Mama as she caught her breath. \u201cThat furry orange beast will be the end of us.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The family got busy shredding the catnip leaves into tiny pieces, mixing them with crumbs, until the basement smelled fresh and minty. Mama beamed. \u201cI\u2019m so proud of you all. You are the best pups a mother could ever have.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Now, let’s see if Mr. Cheesepuff likes his special treat. Who wants to spy on him?” <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI do!\u201d shouted several voices, but Buffy, the most fearful of the pups, shouted the loudest, waving her front paws over her head. \u201cPlease, Mama, I want to do it. I want to be as brave as you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mama nodded, a tear falling from her eyes. \u201cYes, honey, you can do it. I believe in you.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Buffy darted upstairs to spy on the cat, and moments later scampered back, her grin stretched from ear to ear. \u201cCat\u2019s in the cradle,\u201d she said, \u201csnoring like a buzz-saw. I think it\u2019s safe.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nibbles and Stuffy volunteered to spike the food. There was no telling when he might wake, so they had to do it fast. Within a couple of minutes they had sprinkled the mixture in his bowl, and were soon safely back in the nest. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not long afterward, they heard Mr. Cheesepuff meowing upstairs. They rushed up to the hole and peeked out. The big orange cat sniffed curiously at his bowl, licked it, took a cautious nibble, then a few bites. Suddenly, he rolled over on his side, purring and swatting the air at invisible objects. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
They cheered and jumped and high-fived each other all around. Now that they knew how to keep him occupied, whenever they needed to go upstairs to get food, they could use the same clever trick again. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
For the first time since Papa Squeakle had disappeared, Mama Squeakle felt a sense of relief and pride. Her family had faced danger together and outsmarted a terrifying foe through their teamwork and courage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
From that day on, the Squeakle family lived in peace, as Mr. Cheesepuff, blissfully occupied with the catnip supplied by the mice, lost all interest in hunting them. They roamed the house at will, gathering crumbs and playing games without fear. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Seasons changed, and the pups soon grew up and started their own families as the circle of life continued. For the rest of her days, Mama smiled as she watched her grandpups play hide-and-seek and all the other mice games, without fear of the big orange cat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And all the while, Mr. Cheesepuff purred like thunder in his private paradise, captured by the strange magic of catnip.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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