I had to get a photo because I'd never seen a mouse show such valor. The rodent jumped, it squeaked, it screamed and bared it's ugly little teeth. But Honey, of course, just grinned, knowing who would win this battle.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Ambushed!
Fortunately my tomcat, "Honey," didn't lose interest in his capture of this mouse while I ran to the garage to retrieve my camera from my car. Why is it that domesticated cats must taunt and tease their prey before consuming?
I had to get a photo because I'd never seen a mouse show such valor. The rodent jumped, it squeaked, it screamed and bared it's ugly little teeth. But Honey, of course, just grinned, knowing who would win this battle.
I had to get a photo because I'd never seen a mouse show such valor. The rodent jumped, it squeaked, it screamed and bared it's ugly little teeth. But Honey, of course, just grinned, knowing who would win this battle.
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Far better to have your feline feast on the local fare out of doors than to have Speedy Gonzales unceremoniously plunked on your unsuspecting tootsies in the middle of the livingroom! (I chose not to photograph the little brown and white rodent and instead instinctively rocketed through the ceiling when I realized that what was adorning my feet was not Prada's latest creation.)
ReplyDeleteWere rubber gloves needed to extricate the louse from the house? Was bleached used to douse the site? What fate befell the un-rousable mouse?
ReplyDeleteIn the seven years that I have lived in beautiful Mahtomedi, it was only last year that such a creature featured so prominently in my house. There was an alarming two such monsters that made their presence known. There was and is an unshakeable sense of dread that the bell may toll again for me as the temps dip down into that brrr-chilly zone and the rodents confuse my house with a south-of-the-border tropical resort. The previous tenants were removed by me putting a plastic bag over my hand and then grabbing them by their rigor mortis and drop kicking them into the garbage. And yes, I squealed like a girl all the while.
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