Sparky is having a rough morning.

By mid-afternoon yesterday, Sparky was feeling frisky again.  He thought I was a dope for misreading the dead mouse situation.  Sparky filled me in.

“That mouse sneaked into the house on his own.  I knew he’d get sloppy, so I waited up all night for him.  Didn’t you notice that I didn’t come to bed Thursday night?”

Yeah, I noticed.  I though maybe you and Skunk were back together.  Why didn’t you just tell me there was a mouse?  I’d have put out a couple of traps.

“I thought maybe you was in with them.  The mice had that hideout in the shed.  You never let me go in there, so maybe the mice had some kind of arrangement.  When you broke it all up, I thought you might be on the level, but I had to be sure.”

Why wouldn’t you go in your crate?

“Plausible deniability.  I had a plan if you started asking questions.”