morning, noon
Here I have been waiting for the last two hours behind this horrid-smelling cheese , and no sign of a mouse yet . And it 's just the time for them , too . I wonder why housekeepers expect us cats to keep the house free from mice when they 're away for the summer . No self-respecting cat can eat mice morning , noon and night ; and one would have to do so in order to rid the house of them . Why , I should turn into a squeaking cheese-eater , myself ! Strange place for Cook to leave cheese , strikes me -- the kitchen table ; but it should make a fine hunting ground . If I 'd only seen it before , I need n't have wasted so much time in front of that hole up in the attic -- and I caught only three and a half mice during the whole week .