Garth and His Mouse

Garth was a cat with an attitude, and he was grayscale true. He had a pet mouse. I did not dare chase him. Did you? Other cats had tried to entice Garth to loan out his mouse. Notorious bankers went so far as to put a lien on his house. Therapist Cat tried to psychoanalyze Garth, thinking him mad. These interfering cats were truly mean, some rather bad. Cat burglar Cat tried to sneak in and steal the mouse away. He had bragged to many that he thought mice were tasty that day. Garth outsmarted each cat that had a trick up his paw. He had a pet crow with an extremely loud noisy caw. The crow was promised jewelry of gold and silver too. If he would wake up Garth when danger was due. So, between Garth and the crow, the little mouse was safe. He was a sweet little thing, he had a cute rather round face. He was not grayscale but a happy pink color Garth craved. They were a mighty twosome; and together the elements they braved.