mickey stories; chapter five

I have a small friend called Mickey.  Not his real name.  But his real current age is five.

He is a thinker and a problem-solver.  Just way out of the box.

This story is about his care and concern for a cat, and happened about a month ago.

Mickey's neighbours acquired a kitten.  They were uni students, and didn't really know how to take care of a cat, or care to take care of a cat, so the cat would often appear at Mickey's house looking for food and affection.  Mickey got to know the cat and become concerned for it.

One afternoon Mickey's mum found Mickey washing his hands very thoroughly in the bathroom, and smelling a lot like tuna.  His clothes reeked of tuna, his hair reeked of tuna and his hands stank of tuna.  She found out that Micky had taken a tin of tuna from their cupboard, opened it, taken it down the street to the neighbour's house, and thrown an open can of tuna through the window to the uni students so they could feed the cat.  Then he had come back home and tried to wash away the evidence.

His concern for the cat was touching.

I am not sure how the uni students reacted to the tuna window bomb.

The end.