Short Stories From a Camera

The Mouse

"Psst, James, over here!" 

I hear Ginger calling my name from our secret nook under the porch. I run over to her. Ginger is laying down staring at me. 

"So? How did it go?" Ginger asks. 

"Well, obviously I got trapped again," I say to Ginger. 

She sighs and shakes her head. Ginger is the White's cat. They live in a big house with a big backyard and tons of food. The problem is that all the food is inside. I, James, am the the mouse. The mouse that raids the cupboards and, most of the time, gets caught. Ginger and I became friends about a year ago. It's fun to see the White's faces when I pass right by Ginger and she doesn't make a move to stop me. 

I laugh at the thought. I walk past Ginger and through an opening into my home. Ginger follows me. 

"I knew it! I told you to stop raiding the cupboards, that I can get you food, but no! You don't listen to me!" Ginger says, "If you know you're gonna get caught, why do you do it?" I shrug. 

"I don't know," I say, "For the fun of it?" Ginger sighs. 

"Speaking of food, did you bring any?" I ask. 

"Yes, I did bring food. It's over there," Ginger says. I walk over to the pile of food and start eating. 

"But, I won't keep bring you food, unless you promise to stop raiding the cupboards," Ginger says, with a stern look. I turn towards her. 

"Wait, what?" 

"You heard me. No more food, unless you promise to stop raiding the cupboards." 

"But I like to raid the cupboards! It's fun!" I say. 

"Please, just promise me! When they went out this morning, they brought back mouse killer!" Ginger says, sounding paranoid, "Please, promise me you won't raid the cupboards!" 

I study Ginger's face. She looks scared for me. I sigh. 

"Okay. I promise," I reply. Ginger looks relived. 

"Okay then, see you later." 

Ginger walks out of the opening. As she walks out, I start formulating my next plan to raid the cupboards.