She had been playing outside for about 15 minutes - 10 minutes longer than usual, so I was calling her to come inside. Then I saw her at the side of the house, round the corner, and trotting towards me and heading for inside the house. The second door was shut so she stood there waiting for me to let her in - which was when I noticed that she was carrying something in her mouth... it had a long, skinny tail... So of course I squealed "Ohmigod! Ohmigod! ... Thank you for the lovely gift, Chloe, now put the mousie down... Ohmigod! It's alive!" The mouse started walking towards the washing machine, and I could see that it was going to hide underneath... (eek!) so I grabbed the dustpan and brush and swept the mouse into the dustpan. This was of course followed by more girlie squeals and eeks. And more "Ohmigods!" All the while Chloe was watching me, probably puzzled about the squealing, and I could see on her face "Where are you taking my mouse?" I took her gift mousie outside and put it in the flowerbed. Last I saw it was moving... hope it survives the ordeal and goes next door to live where there are no cats.

Purrs,
Flippy and the Mighty Huntress, Chloe (who has just graduated from catching insects to catching mice...)

Copyright © Flippy
July 16, 2003