Mouser, was not a mouser, she never had any reason to be, until now. Ever since ‘Miss’ had her accident, which, Mouser hadn’t meant to cause, it wasn’t her fault, she fell down the stairs, tripping over Mouser, giving the young cat a hard kick as she toppled over. Miss broke something, and Mouser broke her paw and now walked with a limp. Since they took Miss away, Avery’s folks had only come by once, filling her bowl, but now they had forgotten her, and Mouser was starving. Every day for the past five sunrises, she was counting, Mouser struggled with the latch on her cat door, she couldn’t get out, sh