I *am* the man!! er, cat!!
After weeks of prowling the kitchen and dining area (and missing out on cuddling...erm, protecting my people...I finally caught the damn mouse!!
*I* knew the sneaky, conniving, food stealing future meal was down there, and my people *thought* there must be something given my stalking about; and finally tonight.......
I REIGN VICTORIOUS ONCE AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
After a final pounce and capture in the kitchen, I proceeded out to the living room to be praised for my prowess; but my mom followed me from the other side of the kitchen and came up behind me.
Mom: "OH MY GOD! Hobbes has a mouse! Do something!"
Dad: "What am *I* supposed to do?" (Dad's never been around cats and their small prey. He thought Mom wanted him to just pick it up by the tail!) But he did successfully prevent me from dropping the mouse too soon or dashing up the stairs where I surely would have played with my prisoner a bit more.
Mom ran screeching back to the kitchen and came back with a plastic shopping bag already on her hand. In one swift motion, after I had reliquished the mouse to his inevitable final capture, Mom swooped down and closed her hand around it. In one motion she brought the bag up around her hand and the mouse, and vwaaalaaaaa! one tired mouse in a bag!!
*I should totally market this concept...cats everywhere will eat it up! Haha, eat it up...get it??*
Anyway, Dad took over from there. He took the mouse out for a smoke...well, the mouse didn't smoke, Dad did! Mom didn't want to know what happened after the mouse left her sight...and all I cared about was that I received some yummy treats...erm, my reward for being the best mouser in the world!
*I* knew the sneaky, conniving, food stealing future meal was down there, and my people *thought* there must be something given my stalking about; and finally tonight.......
I REIGN VICTORIOUS ONCE AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
After a final pounce and capture in the kitchen, I proceeded out to the living room to be praised for my prowess; but my mom followed me from the other side of the kitchen and came up behind me.
Mom: "OH MY GOD! Hobbes has a mouse! Do something!"
Dad: "What am *I* supposed to do?" (Dad's never been around cats and their small prey. He thought Mom wanted him to just pick it up by the tail!) But he did successfully prevent me from dropping the mouse too soon or dashing up the stairs where I surely would have played with my prisoner a bit more.
Mom ran screeching back to the kitchen and came back with a plastic shopping bag already on her hand. In one swift motion, after I had reliquished the mouse to his inevitable final capture, Mom swooped down and closed her hand around it. In one motion she brought the bag up around her hand and the mouse, and vwaaalaaaaa! one tired mouse in a bag!!
*I should totally market this concept...cats everywhere will eat it up! Haha, eat it up...get it??*
Anyway, Dad took over from there. He took the mouse out for a smoke...well, the mouse didn't smoke, Dad did! Mom didn't want to know what happened after the mouse left her sight...and all I cared about was that I received some yummy treats...erm, my reward for being the best mouser in the world!