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I was, as usual, futzing around on LJ last night when I heard a strange husbandly yelp/scream from the kitchen. I got up and went to see what else had gone wrong this time.
Boe had pulled a very large/deep drawer from our cabinets, looked up, and said, "I've got our mouse!" Sure enough, the mouse that had been living in our cabinetry was at the bottom of the drawer, looking terrified. The cats followed me into the kitchen, and were staring with their humans with rapt fascination at this trespasser.
The mouse jumped out of the drawer and took off. The cats chased the mouse avidly until our Mighty Hunter of Doom (that would be Fagan) caught him. And dropped him to play. The mouse scurried to get away. Fagan caught it again. And dropped it to play. I could see how this was going to go, and I had enough of the mouse. So I grabbed a ratty old towel, scooped up the mouse the next time Fagan dropped him (alive, I might add) to play some more, and walked to our back fence, where I let the little guy go.
The cats were vastly disappointed.
Boe had pulled a very large/deep drawer from our cabinets, looked up, and said, "I've got our mouse!" Sure enough, the mouse that had been living in our cabinetry was at the bottom of the drawer, looking terrified. The cats followed me into the kitchen, and were staring with their humans with rapt fascination at this trespasser.
The mouse jumped out of the drawer and took off. The cats chased the mouse avidly until our Mighty Hunter of Doom (that would be Fagan) caught him. And dropped him to play. The mouse scurried to get away. Fagan caught it again. And dropped it to play. I could see how this was going to go, and I had enough of the mouse. So I grabbed a ratty old towel, scooped up the mouse the next time Fagan dropped him (alive, I might add) to play some more, and walked to our back fence, where I let the little guy go.
The cats were vastly disappointed.
