'Round and 'Round

The mouse goes into the basket. The cat follows. The mouse comes out of the basket, followed by the cat. Ad infinitum.

Tonight, Lucullus shall dine with Lucullus. The pantry is stocked and the ice box is weighted with foul and fish, all fair and freshly filleted. The anticipation creates a sense of urgency, translated into anxiety by my pea-brained knee-jerk sensibilities.

The mouse goes into the basket. The cat follows.