| My female cat scored a mouse in the house tonight. Her son Butterball found it downstairs in the basement and brought it up. You'd think he'd realize that if he brought it up in plain sight of the other cats that he'd have a serious problem with having to share it.
I went to the bathroom thinking that the cats were now going to have something to entertain themselves with all night. I did what I could but it was out of my hands now. As I'm in the bathroom, I heard this faint squeak. Thought it might be a cardinal outside having a very late snack. But it wasn't. I finished up in the bathroom and came out to the living room to lock the front door and there sat Kaboodle hunched up and holding a mouse in her mouth. I grabbed her scruff and held her while I tried to pop a large glass over the mouse but I was too late. The mouse was limp and not breathing. So, I let her have it back. Why ruin a good kill? The Mighty Fluffy Huntress has struck again. By this time, Dusky had come into the living room and I pointed him over by Kaboodle so he could see what she was playing with. That got his interest for sure. I left the living room so I wouldn't have to see the sorry results. I can guarentee you that Kaboodle didn't share any of her bounty with Dusky Boy. Just out of curiousity, I wondered where BB was. Yep, he was still poised beside the bookcase trying his best to hear where that mouse could be. Poor BB. Sometimes we don't think he's playing with a full deck. Once Dusky made his appearance back here at my computer desk, I knew that Kaboodle was finished with her meal. Bill checked the living room and all that was left was a couple of spots of blood. I know she really enjoyed that. It's been a long time since she had fresh raw meat. |
I tried to plop a bowl on the mouse when Butterball let go of it but I wasn't quick enough. The bowl action distracted Butterball long enough for the mouse to find some shelter behind the big bookcase in the dining room. My female cat, Kaboodle, always follows me around to see what I'm doing. Usually she's hoping for me to open a can of tuna when I go into the kitchen. So, she was there just in time to see the mouse frantically trying to find a hiding place. BB immediately goes to the bookcase and tries to figure out where the mouse went.