And eventually, catch him he did. Unfortunately I do not have pictures to prove this event as the instant I saw him running past me with Baby Mouse dangling from his mouth by the tail (man, that was a horrifying image) I began screaming and called my dad immediately. What an instinct this is. I man, c’mon, Dad is 25+ miles away from me, there’s not a whole lot he can do about this.
So as my cat played toss the mouse, bat the mouse, hide and seek with the mouse, ring around the rosie with the mouse, musical chairs …. well you get the picture, I had to think of a way to handle this situation all on my own. These are the times I think the independence of being single is a fair trade to having the comfort of a guy around to dispose of rodents, bats, bugs and smelly litter.
So my solution was to run next door and see if my neighbor could come help. He was kind enough to agree – but wouldn’t you know it, Sergei greeted us at the door with a big grin (yes, my cat grins – I tried to get a picture of it, but he’s camera shy – go figure), and tongue lolling while he panted from the SHEER EXHAUSTION playing games with a mouse will do to you.
And no mouse was in sight. Great.
My neighbor was kind enough to peek under my bed for me, at which point my cat thought that my neighbors bald head WAS A MOUSE and proceeded to wrap himself around it. Can we say Davey Crockett?
Thoroughly embarrassed, and now holding a squirming cat the size of a miniature tiger, I bid farewell to my kind neighbor, Mr. Crockett and prepared for bed.
On the subject of the size of my cat – he’s now almost 13 pounds, 6 months old, still a cuddle bucket and I tried to take a picture to kind of show perspective on how big he is getting. The other picture here is him next to a box fan.
