A tale of mild suspense. A mouse scampers and scurries through an abandoned house, where a mournful wind is blowing, heightening the drama. A cat is following, and moving in. Every stanza--""And up the giant steps,/with scrabbling and scratching,/a little mouse was struggling./Then slinking up behind,/a shadow came lunging""--is followed by a refrain: ""MOUSE, LOOK OUT!/THERE'S A CAT ABOUT"" that ought to inspire hearty choruses at story hour. Waite's story is sweet but negligible; what will keep readers flipping the pages is Burgin's tour of the deserted house--the artwork naturalistic and detailed--and the menacing cat lurking in the shadows, all stealth and determination.