I was resting when Jenny called. "There's a thing that 1 you," she said. "My cat found a mouse and I don't know how you feel about cats with mice, although I have the 2 that you are afraid of bugs."
"Bugs are afraid of me." I said. Having been bitten by a spider, I decided my new 3 was simple: get them before they get you. "I will get it."
The mouse was under the 4 when I arrived. After putting a broom handle beneath to force surrender, which 5 , I walked beside the fridge, armed with a box.
It was a good plan, but it didn't 6 according to plan. The box created a no-escape trap, the mouse ventured out and I slammed the box down. 7 , the only thing inside the box was its tail, and the mouse was struggling to escape.
Meanwhile, sensing Jenny was going 8 on the mouse, I said, "Don't you dare name it! It's not your pet." The mouse then crawled up on the broom handle, and we were now eyeball to eyeball.
I 9 for something else to get the mouse. She rushed over, and then a spatula （抹刀） descended over my shoulder.
"What? This is a MOUSE not a MOUSSE （奶油）!" Another container was handed. Despite my two-box move, the mouse 10 and shot back under the fridge.
I told Jenny to leave the kitchen light on, hoping the mouse would stay under the fridge and not 11 her bedroom at night.
After my departure, she found the mouse 12 in the sunlight, with the cat alongside, soaking up the rays as well. They seemed a（n） 13 couple. Learning from my 14 , she got a box with a lid, and the mouse jumped in the box and helped her 15 the lid.
