Ode to Mousey

Mousey*, you were a good pet to Lily & Wilson and to us.
Oh how the kitties loved to sit & watch you for hours.
You weren't afraid - you would stare back with your big, black eyes with a look that said, "Na-na-na-na-na-na! Suckers - you can't get me."
Mousey, who loved to run on his wheel. The squeak, squeak, squeak at 3:00 am will be missed.
Mousey, who loved sunflower seeds the best.
Mousey, who would horde all of his food in his cotton ball nest inside his deluxe mouse condo as soon as it hit the dish like any self respecting mouse would.
Mousey, who liked to chew on wooden fruit pieces.
Mousey, you will be missed.
Rest in peace under the old apple tree on the hill.

*A close likeness of the real Mousey