So yesterday I'm on a long conference call with my agent about the two new coloring books coming out this fall. I'm sitting at my desk when my two cats rampage by, chasing two small mice, right over my bare feet. I stifle a scream and jump up on the bed - I'm still on the conference call. They careen around the room -- and finally, success! The knockout punch. Rather, the knockout crunch. I'm still on the phone, standing on the bed. I wonder how many calls I've had with people when on their end something similar is going on?
How did they get into the apartment? Where did they come from? Is there a whole family here? I spend the night stuffing steel wool into the little opening around the steam pipes, hoping that's their door. But I can't sleep, thinking that if I closed their door, the family of mice that might be here are trapped inside. Stay tuned.