Tom and Jerry

Could Mice Eat Grapes?

Jerry,

I peek out of the small hole.

Where was he?

Not on the blue couch... not curled on the rug by the fireplace.... and not searching the fridge in his human form...

I guess it couldn't hurt if I just... got a little snack...

My stomach rumbles with that thought.

I quickly dash behind a fallen magazine leaning against the counter.

I look at the small plate on the marble counter, a small piece of bread in asking me, begging me, to come up and grab it.

My mouth waters, I hadn't eaten since this morning, it was almost nine now.

I take another look around, no little blue kitty, coast clear.

I step away from the magazine and slowly feel myself grow in height.

I was still short as a human, but at least I could reach food on the counters easier.

I place the tiny magazine on the counter carefully.

Again I take a look around, completely empty.

I pick up the soft piece of bread and bring it to my mouth, keeping my eyes peeled.

"Stupid rat," I open my eyes and rub my head.

I feel my temple, no blood.

What had happened..?

It takes a second for my vision to focus, the first thing my eyes land on is the tall blue haired man standing above me.

I squeak and curl up, but keeping my gaze fixed on him.

His tail curls and uncurls a couple times, wiggling with happiness.

"Jerry.. right?" I stay quiet, "I've finally got you haven't I? And to think the bread wouldn't work..." he looks me up and down, "but you do look a bit... skinny..." I slide back a little on the hardwood floor.

"Just... just kill me already, I know you want to," I feel tears well in my eyes. He had gotten me, why hadn't I checked in the rooms? He had just slipped past me like that.

And now I was cowering on the floor.

And this was the last thing I would see...

"Oh no, I won't just pounce, you have something planned don't you?" I stare at the ground. My vision becomes blurry and I bring my eyes back to him.

"Just..." my sentence gets choked off. Warm tears fall down my face.

He steps back and a bit of pity takes over his expression.

I blink hard, opening my eyes to an empty kitchen.

Tom,

Go back, this is your chance, she'll finally be happy with you.

But he was crying...

Of course he was. You were ready to murder him in cold blood.

No I wasn't.

I slide down the wall and look blankly across the room.

Why had I left? He was my mortal enemy.

Cats hate mice. Mice are prey. They're meant to die. Cats eat them.

That's gross.

I had actually eaten living creatures before??

Ew...

I turn over and look through the doorway. He wasn't there anymore.

Maybe he had finally left, gone away from here...

I hated stupid mice. Every single one before him. But it was just a chase everyday with that stupid little brown mouse.

I stand quickly.

My legs take me to the small hole in the wall.

I expect to see in completely empty. No mouse in sight.

But instead I see the small boy sitting outside. His legs are crossed.

I stop in my tracks. He glances up at me and then back to the floor.

"Tom..."

I don't answer. Instead I stand there and just stare.

Move.

Kill him.

Get him to leave.

Yell.

Chase.

"I can call you that right? Just Tom...?" I nod slowly. "Cool, listen... I don't want to run anymore... my legs hurt and I'm tired... Tom please..." I stare at the brunette.

His huge ears twitch and he laughs quietly.

"Are you asking me to kill you?" He looks up to me, he has tears running down his cheeks, all the way down his chin.

He smiles.

"Any day now kitty..." he leans his head back and I shake my head.

Kill him.

Do it.

He's vulnerable.

No.

He's probably planning something.

I turn and walk into the kitchen.

I pull a box of Ritz Crackers out of the pantry and set them on the counter.

I then open the fridge and grab a package of cheese.

I pull a tiny knife out of the sink and rinse it.

I then slice the plastic wrap on the cheese.

I set the, now-opened, block of cheese on a cutting board, I slice a couple skinny pieces off and let them fall.

I then grab the box of crackers and open it.

I pull a roll of the crackers out.

I grab a handful of the circular food and set it next to the cheese.

Did he like grapes?

Could mice eat grapes?

Maybe he'd die.

No.

Shut it.

I plop a couple grapes onto the board and then walk back to where I had left the boy.

"Here,"