Both our cats are huntresses of note, and give a whole new meaning to food-on-the-run!
Tom could sleep on a washing line, so needless to say, he was dead to the world.
“Humph!” he responded to my, “there’s a mouse in the house!” and turned over…
I went to investigate.
Ginger Melon MP had caught a mouse and brought it upstairs: no doubt, and hopelessly, expecting coos of delight and pride from her humans. I discovered that she and Tiger Pearl were both trying to corner Mouse: both were staring longingly into the too-small-for-them-space under the bed. Having considered whether, realistically, there was anything I could do to corner and rescue Mouse, and bearing in mind that cats are far more effective hunters than I could ever be, particularly at 2.30 am, I got back into bed, bracing myself for the frenzy that would, inevitably, come.
Mercifully, for both the wee timorous beastie, and the somnolent humans, I soon heard a growling, a squeak and, aargh, a crunch! A sure sign that one of the cats had caught Mouse.
Melon had, and was telling Pearli, in no uncertain terms, that it was hers!
Then began the process of herding Melon, hopefully, out of the bedroom, down the stairs and into the garden where she might eat her early breakfast, allowing me to crawl back into my warm med bed for some fitful seep before the real beginning to the week….