…Zoe the Kitten caught her first mouse.
She can’t claim a kill, though. The matter was botched, of course, and not just by Zoe. She brought it inside, pretty clearly only interested in playing with it. Click was crashed on the big chair with me and I don’t think she ever even noticed.
I was just pondering how to get it away from her and out of the cabin when Ghost intervened. For reasons of his own he chased her away from the mouse but then failed to deal with it himself. It disappeared under the corner counter, and at that point the matter sort of became my mistake. Until this afternoon, right there in that corner there had been a lovely big hole in the floor that would have perfectly aided the mouse’s escape. But that hole was on my list of things to plug up with my last can of expanding foam, a chore I completed this very day. So somewhere in here there’s a small, traumatized mouse that with my luck will probably die under the cabinets and stink the whole place up.
I can’t win.
I’d gladly have traded your lone mouse for the things my cat dragged in.
One day I came home from work and discovered the cat and my two dogs sitting around a laundry basket in the office. (No idea now why that basket was there…) Inside was a rather good sized yellow snake! It looked dead, but when I went to dump it outside, it dashed away, never to be seen again.
The cat brought in all sorts of things: LIVE kangaroo rats, dead and dying birds of all kinds, and assorted other critters – usually at least one a day, and usually in the middle of the night, so he could enjoy watching the dogs crash around the house giving chase to whatever it was.
Not fun. I found someone who would take the cat and was extremely grateful for the ensuing peace and quiet. I only had the cat for a short time – finding someone who actually wanted him when I discovered I was allergic to cats… and midnight chariot races in the living room.