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Mouse 1, cat 0.
Jan. 7th, 2008 01:15 amBecause it the night at work hadn't obviously been enough on the I-want-to-go-home-NOW scale.
But I am getting ahead of myself.
Got home a little while ago, after a long, tiring and annoying shift (and have taken work home with me - bad duck, I should know better).
Tom was eagerly waiting on the doormat, shot in as I opened the door (visions of tuna and such obviously very much in his mind), while Jack totally ignored me (which is strange behaviour for him).
He was in the guest bedroom, playing hide and seek under the duvet cover currently on the radiator for drying purposes.
I thought he had found a spider or a fake ladybird (the proper name escapes me) and was hellbent on catching it.
I fed Tom, put down a second bowl and went to retrieve Young Jack from under the duvet cover - he shot out of it with a MOUSE in his mouth!!!!!!
The following five minutes were something out of a Tom & Jerry cartoon... Me chasing Jack-with-mouse all over the place (well, it was more like a round living room/bedroom#1/bathroom/kitchen/bedroom #2 circuit), cat logically winning due to his capacity to squeeze under furniture......while holding said mouse and growling at me at the same time.
Managed to chase him out of the house (feeling sorry for the mouse, but I'd rather not find a mousey surprise at some point in the future), and the minute I opened the front door he let go of the mouse to growl at me some more (I guess that was catspeak for 'This is MY mouse, catch your own'), and the mouse legged it...............................:))
Young Jack spent the following hour looking for the lost mouse and wailing because he couldn't find it (I watched, secretly cheering for the poor little mouse), then gave up and came back to ordinary cat food and cuddles.
I blame Tom.
He started bringing back prey for Jack some time ago, and the kitten was just bemused at the time. I guess he's worked out that mice are for chasing, although I still think he doesn't associate them with food. Not yet, anyway...
(Tom is a different story - he's a very proficient hunter, as the local wildlife can testify).
The big question (of course) is - WHERE did the mouse come from????
Jack had been indoors all day - was it a mouse brought in by either of them, or is there a nest somewhere in the house????
If it's a nest situation - good luck to the mice, because they will not last long with the two terrors living here.
If it was a previously kind of prey thing - when and how???
(I am not scared of mice, rats, spiders, snakes, tigers, whatever - don't like wasps though. If we *are* having a mice infestation I do need to find out).
I had other funny and entertaining bits to tell, but the Great Mouse Adventure took first place...
Bed now.
But I am getting ahead of myself.
Got home a little while ago, after a long, tiring and annoying shift (and have taken work home with me - bad duck, I should know better).
Tom was eagerly waiting on the doormat, shot in as I opened the door (visions of tuna and such obviously very much in his mind), while Jack totally ignored me (which is strange behaviour for him).
He was in the guest bedroom, playing hide and seek under the duvet cover currently on the radiator for drying purposes.
I thought he had found a spider or a fake ladybird (the proper name escapes me) and was hellbent on catching it.
I fed Tom, put down a second bowl and went to retrieve Young Jack from under the duvet cover - he shot out of it with a MOUSE in his mouth!!!!!!
The following five minutes were something out of a Tom & Jerry cartoon... Me chasing Jack-with-mouse all over the place (well, it was more like a round living room/bedroom#1/bathroom/kitchen/bedroom #2 circuit), cat logically winning due to his capacity to squeeze under furniture......while holding said mouse and growling at me at the same time.
Managed to chase him out of the house (feeling sorry for the mouse, but I'd rather not find a mousey surprise at some point in the future), and the minute I opened the front door he let go of the mouse to growl at me some more (I guess that was catspeak for 'This is MY mouse, catch your own'), and the mouse legged it...............................:))
Young Jack spent the following hour looking for the lost mouse and wailing because he couldn't find it (I watched, secretly cheering for the poor little mouse), then gave up and came back to ordinary cat food and cuddles.
I blame Tom.
He started bringing back prey for Jack some time ago, and the kitten was just bemused at the time. I guess he's worked out that mice are for chasing, although I still think he doesn't associate them with food. Not yet, anyway...
(Tom is a different story - he's a very proficient hunter, as the local wildlife can testify).
The big question (of course) is - WHERE did the mouse come from????
Jack had been indoors all day - was it a mouse brought in by either of them, or is there a nest somewhere in the house????
If it's a nest situation - good luck to the mice, because they will not last long with the two terrors living here.
If it was a previously kind of prey thing - when and how???
(I am not scared of mice, rats, spiders, snakes, tigers, whatever - don't like wasps though. If we *are* having a mice infestation I do need to find out).
I had other funny and entertaining bits to tell, but the Great Mouse Adventure took first place...
Bed now.
