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I woke up at 5:30 this morning to the sound of the cat chasing a mouse. It’s been a while since we had a mouse in the house. I didn’t think Tig Tig had it in her to chase yet another. I didn’t get up because she was having fun, and I started to drift back to sleep. This was interrupted by the cat jumping on the end of my bed. Now I know a few things. One – the cat takes hours to kill the mouse. Two – It had only been about ten minutes. Three – that cat would not rest until the mouse was dead. This meant that there was a very good chance that Tig had brought her catch to me. I bolted outright, and that was when Tig dropped the mouse out of her mouth, and the mouse belly flopped onto my white duvet. I tried pleading with the cat to take the unmoving mouse away, but she just stared at me. I started to hiss, but this also garnered no response. I started to panic, and I lifted up the duvet like when you play the parachute games, but this only frightened the mouse who decided to scramble up the duvet towards me. I am fairly certain that I screamed, but no one woke up to help – this figures.
So I flew the duvet higher and higher until both the cat and mouse flew off. That was the first time. The second time, the mouse was a little more dead. I decided to get up and sit in the living room until I knew the mouse was completely dead. Then, I went back to my bed, and I read until my alarm went off at 7 a.m. By then the cat had hidden the corpse, and I was even more anxious because who wants to step on a cute little dead mouse?
I know there are a bunch of animal rights activists out there that would think that I am a horrible person for not helping the mouse, and oddly enough, I read the Good Samaritans Act yesterday word for word. How could I just stand by and watch the wee rodent die? I’ll tell you why. The cat is an official resident, and the mouse is – was – trespassing. If you do the crime, you do the time – in this case, eternally.
I think of the mouse as I sit here at work, and it has occurred to me that I didn’t tell anyone this morning (everyone was still sleeping as I crept out the door). There is a good chance that someone else may stumble across Tig’s gift before I get home tonight for dinner. Oh well. Serves them right for sleeping through all of it, and I should mention that I was not in the least quiet during the mouse’n’cat brouhaha.
Check out my Grandpa and his wife. Aren’t they the cutest?? I could scoop them up and eat them with chocolate sauce and whipped topping! Back off – git yer own.
I woke up at 5:30 this morning to the sound of the cat chasing a mouse. It’s been a while since we had a mouse in the house. I didn’t think Tig Tig had it in her to chase yet another. I didn’t get up because she was having fun, and I started to drift back to sleep. This was interrupted by the cat jumping on the end of my bed. Now I know a few things. One – the cat takes hours to kill the mouse. Two – It had only been about ten minutes. Three – that cat would not rest until the mouse was dead. This meant that there was a very good chance that Tig had brought her catch to me. I bolted outright, and that was when Tig dropped the mouse out of her mouth, and the mouse belly flopped onto my white duvet. I tried pleading with the cat to take the unmoving mouse away, but she just stared at me. I started to hiss, but this also garnered no response. I started to panic, and I lifted up the duvet like when you play the parachute games, but this only frightened the mouse who decided to scramble up the duvet towards me. I am fairly certain that I screamed, but no one woke up to help – this figures.
So I flew the duvet higher and higher until both the cat and mouse flew off. That was the first time. The second time, the mouse was a little more dead. I decided to get up and sit in the living room until I knew the mouse was completely dead. Then, I went back to my bed, and I read until my alarm went off at 7 a.m. By then the cat had hidden the corpse, and I was even more anxious because who wants to step on a cute little dead mouse?
I know there are a bunch of animal rights activists out there that would think that I am a horrible person for not helping the mouse, and oddly enough, I read the Good Samaritans Act yesterday word for word. How could I just stand by and watch the wee rodent die? I’ll tell you why. The cat is an official resident, and the mouse is – was – trespassing. If you do the crime, you do the time – in this case, eternally.
I think of the mouse as I sit here at work, and it has occurred to me that I didn’t tell anyone this morning (everyone was still sleeping as I crept out the door). There is a good chance that someone else may stumble across Tig’s gift before I get home tonight for dinner. Oh well. Serves them right for sleeping through all of it, and I should mention that I was not in the least quiet during the mouse’n’cat brouhaha.
Check out my Grandpa and his wife. Aren’t they the cutest?? I could scoop them up and eat them with chocolate sauce and whipped topping! Back off – git yer own.
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1 comments:
That story is sooo funny!! We are rolling on the floor laughing!!!
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