One of the cafes near the site of Further Confusion is a quaint little hamburger joint called Johnny Rockets.

I enjoy the their simple menu and 50’s era decor.  The personal touch of squeezing a ketchup smiley for every table when the server greets you  They are used to the masses of furries that descend upon them and really seem to love to have us there.

On this particular night, there were nine or ten of us.  And after ‘breaking the magic’ — three of us arrived in suit — we had a wonderful meal and it was as we were lingering on after finishing out meal, something really noteworthy happened.  Another party at a nearby table was getting up and putting their suits back together, about to head back to the con.

I wish I had a photo of the cute fursuiter, because she was very comely, very well crafted, and rather small.   Somewhere in the 4′ 8″ – 4′ 11″ range, and slender too.  The fursuit was of a mouse, not that famous mouse over in Anaheim, one with big ears and a huge ribbon tied in a bow around her neck.   I overheard a comment about a mouse in a restaurant…   and my inner jackass usurped control and I let loose with a herald-volume cry:

“SOMEONE CALL THE HEALTH DEPARTMENT!  I SEE A MOUSE!”

The resulting reactions were as lovely as they were varied.  The restaurant staff at first are outraged, until they see the mouse fursuiter, then they got the gag and laughed with the rest of us.  The lovely little mouse fursuiter, however, not to miss a chance to play, started pantomiming a stealthy secret-agent trying to escape the restaurant.  The whole crowded place got a good laugh and a smile at this, and several acapella renditions of the mission impossible theme ensued.