That cat of mine, never ceases to amaze/annoy/amuse me.
Sailor boy followed Gibby into my bedroom at 10pm last night, and upon crashing through my door, announced "GIBBY HAS A MOUSE!"
Sure enough, Gibby sat on is haunches, his back to the wall, with a lifeless mouse body (its head halfway down Gibby's throat) in his mouth, growling and hissing at Sailor Boy. Gibby is not one for sharing!
I woke Itty Bitty up, and as Sailor Boy jumped on the cat, Itty Bitty wrestled the rodent carcass out of Gibby's vise-like jaws.
Never was I sooooo proud, and yet sooooo nauseated at the same time.
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Be glad the mouse was not free to move about and was not put in your bed at 3 am. Been there. Remember the experience well!
ReplyDeleteI agree, be glad it was lifeless. Too many birds, rodents and snakes in my past to not be proud of my cats when they actually KILL what they catch!
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