A few years ago, I was about fourteen or fifteen years old. One1, my parents went out for a walk after dinner. So I stayed at home alone watching TV. Later I heard my cat, Aster, meowing(喵喵叫) at the2. She was a funny and proud cat. She was good3catching mice and sometimes, she would like to show me her "prize". I went over to4the door. She ran in quickly with5in her mouth. After she dropped it on the floor, I found it was a mouse ,again. It was6dead. My mother always liked to keep the floor7.so I had to find something to pick the mouse up and8it away.
When I came back, I found the mouse9. I looked everywhere but couldn't find10. We had a basement(地下室)11the house, so there were so many places and holes for it to stay. I12 looking for it at last. But that was not the13of that. About a year later, I was helping my mom14 up the basement. And you can guess what we saw. Yes, some bones(骨头) of a dead mouse. We could only believe and hope that it was that mouse. The one ran away from the floor on that night. We really hoped so15no one wants a house full of mice.
