The other evening I was up late, watching a movie, when I start hearing "squeak, squeak, squeak", "squeak, squeak, squeak". At first I thought it was the DVD player going bad, but then I realized that the sounds were coming from the hallway.

It seems that Miss Meow had, for the second time in a month, decided that she should bring her catch in through the pet door to share it with the rest of us. She had gotten as far as the hall before the baby mouse escaped, and she was chasing it around a pile of clothes on the floor. Poor little mousie was getting pretty exhausted by this time, but Missy isn't much of a hunter (yet, she's only one year old), so round and round they went.

I stepped in when mousie headed for the stairs. I managed to catch his tail and whisk him out of there, taking him out to the edge of our property to let him go in the brush. Coming back into the house, I wondered where Missy was - I thought she'd be following me to take up the chase again outdoors. It turns out she didn't even realize that mousie was gone. She was still going around that pile of clothes, trying to figure out where he was hiding. When I walked in, all I saw was her tail end, sticking out of the bottom of the pile, while the business end was digging for hidden mouse. As I went back to my movie, Missy continued her solitary game of mouse chase.

Copyright © Robin Ilardi
May 3, 2001

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