Ever since Pippin was a kitten he has gone hunting and brought his prey home, through the cat door, into the house, where he generally drops it in the middle of the living room floor and yowls low and long to let us know he has something.
He's brought in mice, shrews, black snakes, worm snakes, birds, squirrels, bunnies, and butterflies. Hearing that low groaning sound has come to mean someone is going to have to do a rescue mission. Sometimes he willingly gives up the catch, other times he takes it and makes a mad dash away.
Yesterday I heard him yowling and found him on the deck looking into the sliding glass door. I knew he had something, figured it was a mouse, since he brought one of those in the day before that and let it loose in the laundry room. We still haven't found that mouse, last seen running hither and yonder around the riding boots and washing machine.
So I walked to the door to see what it was he had.
It was a toy mouse.
Somehow it seems a milestone that Pippin, big game hunter, is now bringing home toy mice. What a hoot!
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Hey, I guess any mouse will do in a pinch! Live or toy, it just doesn't matter to him, a mouse is a mouse after all.
ReplyDeleteI know! It was too funny.
ReplyDeleteIt wouldn't bother me if he were to switch over entirely to fluffy pink mice with catnip stuffing!
ReplyDeleteI think that might be a pipe dream!
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