So I hear some goings on with the cats...

[WCGreen]

Somehow a mouse got into our house. You would think the little bastards would give their comrades a means of warning, like a mark on on the wall over at the Mouse Bar, or an X at the egress.

I digress.

The cats got the it made. Play with the poor creature till it dies and then sets the dead mouse at our feet, as if they were giving us an offering.

They are all still in the Laundry room is so the mouse hasn't died yet.

Anyway, wild kingdom in the very early AM..

[In_The_Wind]

1. We left ALL of our mice at the old house!

Be happy that your cats are proud of their catch.

When I was a kid our cat would hide his dead squirrels behind the extra refrigerator out on the back porch.

[Scuba]

2. "As if"?

[mockmonkey]

3. We came home from work...

one of the cats was very interested in something behind the bookcase. I then spotted the mouse as it ran behind the computer desk. We quickly round up our 13 cats and close them into the bedroom.

So where does the mouse run to?

At least the most qualified cat got the mouse first and quickly ended its life. She didn't want to give up her catch at first but then dropped it.

Two weeks earlier I came home to a kitchen full of feathers and a bloody wing. We still don't know how the bird got into the house, it should have turned left at Albuquerque.

[WCGreen]

4. The wild kingdom....

When I was a kid, we lived out in the furthest suburbs of Cleveland. When we first moved in, there was a good fifty acres of trees and bush behind us and about forty or so in front of us.

We had thee cats and two dogs. The cats were left to roam and they would always bring us the remains of some poor bird or small rodent.

[mockmonkey]

5. Before we trapped our Mamma cat...

I was constantly having to clean up dead baby rabbits left in the driveway. It was pretty gross.

This last weekend Mamma cat got out and was under our stairs. She was so upset as was I. I pulled up a chair at the top of the stairs and waited with some food and slowly she came out and made her way up the stairs and eventually back into the house. She was freaked out the rest of the day.

It's funny how after so many years of being indoors that the outdoors was just too much for her to take in. I would have thought that she would be all excited about being outside.

I guess not having to live in the cold and her sharing her space below the stairs with a possum for years was no longer a big attraction.