I'd like to share a cute little (night-)story about Blacky, the tomcat.

On May 28th, just before I went to bed, I had a last look after our furry folks - at that time both busy outside. And look, Blacky stood in front of the patio door. He had a present with him - in his mouth he carried a respecable mouse. But - mouse is not for the house - neither dead or alive, thats a rule here. In spite of that I would have liked to give some praise to our big black kitty, but the patio door kept being closed for the moment.

Blacky looked at me - with the mouse still in his mouth - and requested: "Open that door!" I looked back: "Hey old fellow, I am sorry, but mouse is not for the house."

Now Blacky put that mouse very carefully down in front of his fore paws and looked at me again: "OK, is THAT all right?" I still was a little bit unsure but thought, the risk to open the door now would be acceptable. The mouse sat there, absolutely motionless.

When I opened the door the latch cracked quite loudly. Blacky had been watching my hand and was distracted. The mouse - just like Speedy Gonzales (you know - the fastest mouse of Mexico) - cannoned away across the patio into the darkness and the rain. Obviously she had not been hurt at all. Blacky absolutely did not realize, that his prey had literally vanished from under his paws.

As he grasped that his mouse had run, he faced me with such a very dumbfounded look that I could not keep from laughing. Totally upset he searched for the mouse and sniffed all across the patio. That was neither the time for some praise nor for the question, whether he would not prefer to come inside for the night. He was absolutely busy with the loss of his prey.

After about ten minutes of fruitless search he concluded to stay outside for the night. So I went to bed - but without my big black furrykid.

Copyright © Michael Micha
May 30, 2007