The whole a2k room listened with baited breath.

Baited breath? She ate an anchovy?
Cheese, you say. Mouse looks to see

if peanut butter rests in a trap
not too far from Sally's lap.

No, alas, no pb -
Mouse stops, checks tv.

Sally wandered into the yard
Cheese in jaw to pass to cat
She told garage cat that mice were barred
and she did not want to get meece fat

Garage cat looked up to Sally
(For he quietly knew this he should do)
But as LadyD and him were pally
He'd been given instructions of what to do

His mission to rid house of mice and men
Was to sit out, get stroked, and enjoy this job
So grinning like a Cheshire Cat then
Cat turned tail, said- "I'm fed - go ask Bob!"

Sally, having swallowed fish,
said, "Hello Garage," with an emphasis on the "H" and waited with baited breath.

Little Garage, in the sly way kitties have, dropped her bit of cheese within paw's reach and sat waiting with bated breath, hoping Sally would take the bait.

Little darlings had been reading the dictionary.