Seriously, this cat is the strangest cat that has ever graced our home. Last evening, after working late, I came home to find him very agitated. Not sure why, but I chose to just go on with what I had planned to do - shower and then finish my latest novel. I was sitting in the dining room, preparing to place an order for the shop when I heard a racket in the kitchen. I looked up to find Marlow wrestling a mouse under the open dishwasher. He was going crazy and that poor mouse didn’t stand a chance.Usually I am not a panic around bugs or mice or birds that break into my house, but last night was different. That cat was so proud of his conquest that he took ownership of that poor mouse. Everytime I tried to get near enough to dispose of the poor thing, Marlow would pick him up in his mouth and move him. I didn’t help matters any, I just screamed. Seriously?
I could not wait until Mark got home. I covered the mouse under a shoe box and put shoes, a jar of pasta sauce anything to weigh it down. That cat and that mouse set off my entire evening. Nothing got done because everytime I turned my back on the cat, he managed to expose that mouse. I was a wreck and completely worn out by the time Mark took care of the mouse. Here’s hoping that the next time it is storming outside, the mice find another place to seek shelter!
That's not a mouse but a Northern Short Tailed shrew, Blarina brevicauda. I had a cat that would catch squirrels when it had some outdoor time. Of course, he had to bring them in. He was always so proud of his hunting abilities.
Posted by: Chi Chieko | December 16, 2017 at 12:06 PM
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That's not a mouse but a Northern Short Tailed Shrew, Blarina brevicauda. I'm sure your cat was possessive of it since he was probably thinking, "Look, Mommy, I caught a shrew!" Lol. I had a cat that would catch squirrels when he had some safe outdoor time. Of course, he had to bring them in. One episode I remember in particular...he was making funny sounds at the door and I was wondering "What?" Opened the door and he came in with a mostly dead squirrel with a bit of arterial spray coming from its neck. He plopped it down in the dining room and laid down next to it, all happy and purring. I petted him on the head, thanked him profusely, then carefully wrapped the poor squirrel in newspaper and disposed of it. It was dead by then. He was always so proud of his hunting abilities.
Posted by: Chi Chieko | December 16, 2017 at 12:14 PM