Mickey stretched and yawned as he was awoken from his morning nap by Mum's enthusiastic welcome.
"To see 'The Mousetrap' at Kizzie's Theatre!"
He looked more than slightly awake now and tilted his head on one side to enquire further.
"I thought of you! And Monica! The purrfect solution!"
Now Mickey, being a wise and most knowledgeable feline, knew that Mum was slightly taking the - uhm - mickey - out of him. But being of a kindly nature and liking mystery and intrigue, he settled into his hay nest and listened patiently to Mum.
"1952 Mickey! It has been running since 1952! It was going to be called 'Three Blind Mice' and there were spooky piano tinklings -- such suspense and you suspect everyone - who could it be? At the end of the first half it was left on such a scary note that I was frozen to my seat and had to forgo an ice cream tub. It was a really snowy night and they were in an isolated house - was the murderer in their midst? The phone line was cut - everyone was under suspicion - and then! Well! Gripping or what?!"
Mickey was now sitting upright, his whiskers bristling and his tail twitching, waiting for the final outcome ---
"Oh I can't tell you that Mickey! The cast swore us to secrecy."