During our second night in Sun Valley there was a lot of commotion going on at 2 a.m. I turned on the light. Beans was after a mouse. “Get it Beans! Get the mouse!” She chased it about until the mouse got somewhere she couldn’t get to. Usual procedure. I went back the bed. An hour later the game was on again. This time I was able to whack it with my hiking stick. She never intentionally kills anything. She just wants to play with and torment whatever she catches. I tossed it outside and went back to bed.
Geez Dad, why’d you do that? Now it won’t play with me.
The next morning I gave her a new fresh catnip banana as a reward.
Afterwards she fell asleep. A busy night.
How can she sleep with her face buried in like that?
Update: Picked up the battery for the Honda 90 yesterday. Nice to have it back running again.
When we lived way out in the country my son left the door open and a mouse came inside. Our cat saw it and hightailed it in the other direction. She was a scaredy-cat.
Oh that poor cat; I feel sorry for it, but I did laugh reading that.
Living in such a small space, you need to keep the varmints to a low population...silly cat, of course, playing at night is her preference!
Mouse-mageddon 2.0 😆
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