Life in Jerry's Point of View

      Tom's tiny head bobbed up and down as his tiny legs ran to get away from me. He turned the corner sharply and the side of my body crashed against the side of the counter with a big thud. He looked back at me, his ears standing up and stuck his tongue out at me. Tom quickly turned and ran for cover under the couch. I laid there, still dazed staring at the ceiling as stars circled my head. "That damn mouse, why does he always do this to me?" I mumbled to myself. I heard the slam of a car door outside and I rushed to the door to greet my mother. She opened the door and quickly rushed past me, not even bothering to pay attention to me. That hurt, my heart was stung by a bee. I retreated back to my blanket in the corner of my couch, licked my paws and drifted away for a nap.

      As my eyes opened and tried to adjust, I felt a slight tug on my tail. It startled me and my claws sunk into the leather couch, mom is going to kill me! Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tom's gray body gripping my tail. Anger flared and rushed through my body as I snapped around to grab him. His small body slipped through my paws and I dashed after him. I am ten times his size and anyone would think that he would be easy to catch but he's sneaky! He's such a pain and such a tease! I wish the stinkin' mouse would just leave me alone! I continued to chase after him, jumping and running into obstacles as he squeezed through small spaces to get away. An idea popped in my head and I stopped dead in my tracks. "You win this time Tom," I whispered as I slinked away.
      "Jerry baby! Mommy's going out, be back later! Be a good boy and keep mommy's house spotless!" she yelled as she slammed the door. It was time for my plan to come alive. I gather various objects such as vases, blankets, balls and books to block the small holes and crevices that Tom would be able to escape into. I left only one hole open for him to exit and I placed dozens of mouse traps in the room sprawled across the floor, he will be unable to leave the walls without stepping on them and he's all mine! I can't wait for this stupid mouse to be taken care of and in my paws, maybe I could get some peace and quiet around here. So I tip toed throughout the house until I reached my couch then once again, plopped down to nap. The house was silent and I dreamed of Tom being gone. My life would be so much better and happier, I can't wait! Not much longer.
      In the other room, Tom walked slowly and cautiously in between all the traps. Suddenly, something tickled my nose and I woke with a loud sneeze and jumped off the couch. My body crashed to the floor and I was caught in dozens of mouse traps, clinging, clipping and catching my fur. One smashed down on my tail and I let out a loud cry, tears streaming down my face. "OW OW OW. MY TAIL!" I shouted in pain. I noticed Tom standing in the corner rolling on the floor laughing with a feather in his hand. I flung myself at him, mouse traps gripping my hairs along my body, my adrenaline pumping so fast that the pain didn't even phase me. I was so infuriated as I chased Tom around the house. My tail flung from side to side, weighed down by the mouse traps. I tried to crawl under the table stand in the living room as I chased Tom under it and I knocked down Mom's favorite antique vase, it crashed to the floor with a loud clatter, sending colored shards across the entire room. I paused for a moment, "oh no, I'm so dead, so dead." I decided to accept defeat, it was just not meant to be, I will never be able to get rid of this mouse. I sighed, slowly walked back to my couch and awaited for mom to get home.