T'was six in the morning and I was in bed, When I heard a commotion that filled me with dread.
There came the growl of a cat, which my cats never do,
So I rushed to the bathroom to see what was new.
In the tub the black cats whirled like water in a sink,
Or skateboarders racing in a skateboard rink.
And what to my half- awake horrified eyes should appear
In the tub in my house with my cats was a mouse, poor dear.
First I grabbed Mercury, threw her out, slammed the door
Then back for LittleBill to finish the chore.
He couldn't believe it was something I?d do,
So he wrapped around my hand and started to chew.
I finally got him out, went back to the tub,
Where the little mouse was OK, not even a rub
I rushed to the storeroom for the have-a-heart trap,
Which he thankfully entered. It was a snap.
To the backyard I took him and set him free.
My blood is cleaned up, so don?t worry about me.
So it's sweet dreams for me when I go to bed.
One more little creature still alive, not dead.
6/11/07ARW
11 comments:
This story of yours takes me back quite many years. My then Siamese cat, Mingo, is the best cat I ever had pleasure of meeting. There was only one "fault" with him, he was an extraordinarily good mouser.
One dark night, I was reading the newspaper in the living room and started to pay ever increasingly attention to the strange noises coming out of the dining room. Finally my curiosity won and I went to check it out. I turned the lights on and what I saw was Mingo slapping a little mouse around with his front paws. He let it get away for a few feet and then he just jumped through the air on top of the poor mouse again. I was standing in horror, paralyzed and unable to know what to do with the mouse. Temperature outside was way below freezing, so, to throw her out was out of the question. What did I do, you might ask? To my utter shame, I walked away all the way to the other side of the house so not to hear anything. What a wimp I am!
Why have cats if they don't kill rodents? They are not earning their keep.
I can sympathize with your predicament, Pekka. There are times when you just don't know what to do.
I can hardly believe I was lucky enough that they somehow got the mouse into the tub.
blogging, if you have never known the love of a cat, you have missed half the richness of life. Just like dogs, they respond to the way they are treated. I have had many of both, and they are what make my life worth living.
All the same, I'd rather be a dog.
Psssst! What I've tried to say. Cats are just looking for human slaves. Dogs are looking for masters to serve! Pekka, you shoulda coulda woulda have had a Doberman which will kill the intruder with dispatch and not play with the cadaver. Just be sure to praise and reward with a biscuit!
Vigilante, I don't know how to spell the sound of razzberry, but you get what I mean.
Vigilante, I don't know how to spell the sound of razzberry, but you get what I mean.
Lil'bill, I don't care how you spell razzberries, just how you serve them. I like mine in a large bowl of Hagendaz vanilla ice cream. (But I don't know how to spell Hagandaz.)
Don't let your dog see this. The next thing you know, he'll be calling the Movers.
littlebill
That was good as usual littlebill. You're funny! Good job.