This is Rattle Mouse. He's always been Wylla's favorite toy, and she loves to chase him, toss him in the air, and carry him in her mouth until he's saturated with kitten drool. Wherever Wylla goes, Rattle Mouse goes too. There's a pocket in her travel bag reserved just for him.
"DAMN YOU, RATTLE MOUSE!" I would exclaim, as I shook my fists in the dark.
It's kind of like stepping on a freshly hacked hairball, only bigger and wetter. And grosser.
For months, Rattle Mouse was missing. We decided he must have been left behind at a motel somewhere between here and California, and kind of forgot about the little fellow.
But yesterday, Rattle Mouse resurfaced. He had been buried in the bottom of a toy basket, and boy was Wylla happy when we made this discovery. She played with him all day, and I fell asleep to the sounds of Wylla wrestling with her precious Rattle Mouse.
In the morning, instead of the usual sounds of Bean trying to wake me for breakfast, I heard the rattle of Rattle Mouse.
It was a little early to get up and start the day, so I stayed bed, waking and thinking, and I recalled a dream I had of an epic Yahtzee match. I laughed when I realized that Rattle Mouse's rattle does sound EXACTLY like the sound of someone shaking a plastic cup of Yahtzee dice.
And then I remembered that it was no accident that Rattle Mouse went missing.
We'll let Wylla enjoy being reunited with her little friend for a while, but don't be surprised if he "goes missing" again.