In the dawn while I was still comfortably hidden under the slope of the front roof, I heard a far-off rooster crowing about the sun about to rise. He at his natural work.
I had no time to compare my state to his as human, the pernickety old woman, thumped her feet onto the timber floor, as she always did, so that the whole house vibrated. I heard her stump to the bathroom.
Aaahh!!
She screamed? She never usually screamed going into the bathroom or slammed the door so hard and instantly. I pussy-footed from under my eave.
“Oh dear, oh dear,” my human said. She stumped to the back of the house and completed her ablutions in the laundry.
Oh dear oh dear what? My curiosity ballooned. I ran to the back of the attic, along one of the beams that held up the ceiling. I miaowed into the gap between the inner and outer wall, that the people installing the insulation hadn’t got to yet.
Silence.
“Is that you, Maggy Cat?”
I miaowed again, as loud as I could.
“Come along. Come along,” she said as she walked back to the front of the house.
I followed her voice.
She went out the front door
I went out the owl’s exit.
“There you are,” she said. “Run down the roof, along the porch roof and into my arms. Have I got a treat for you!”
My curiosity got the better of me. See me running down the roof?
She caught me in an old towel, ran into the house, shoved me still bundled into the bathroom. Shut the door with her on the outside.
When I’d wriggled free, a toothsome sight greeted me.
Rita de Heer 
The mouse was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
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