He's found another group of rodents
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pauln1964Ivan (the Terrified) came in just after we'd headed for bed on Friday night, making that sort of half-muffled, very proud mewl that means he's got something in his mouth.
Investigation (in a weary, throw the dressing gown on and stumble down to the first floor style) showed that this one was at least dead. One small, brown mouse lying just in front of his paws on the landing. Cally came over, eager for attention from me, but ignored it completely. I think Josie was out, gadding about.
Ivan accepted praise for his hunting skills. As I turned to get some kitchen roll to pick up and dispose of the rodent, he decided he wasn't going to let me have it. Grabbed in his mouth and crunched, the mouse disappeared head-first down his gullet, leaving just one back leg and what I think was the stomach (which Ivan sniffed at a couple of times and then ignored). The kitchen roll was used to transport these to the toilet for ceremonial funeral by flushing and to scrub a little murid blood off the carpet. Thence back to bed, while Ivan had a dessert of cat biscuits.
This was a dessert too far. Two minutes into trying to get back to sleep there was the sound of a cat throwing up. More kitchen roll was employed to remove the vomit, which even with cats contains what looks like bits of carrot and in this case also some fur. Lovely.
Saturday was quiet. Sunday evening saw a further muted yet proud announcement just after we went to bed. This time he'd plopped the dead mouse down on the path immediately outside the front door and was stood there benevolently, apparently encouraging the kittens to play with it. They weren't showing much interest, so I left them all to it and went back to bed. The corpse was gone by morning.
This morning I was woken early from a half-doze by the catflap clicking as Ivan came in and then what sounded like a catfight followed by a load banging of the flap. He's generally tolerant of the kittens, although he hisses at Cally occasionally when he considers she's overstepped the mark, but I was worried relations were breaking down. Cally greeted me at the bedroom door, Ivan and Josie on the lower stairs. As I approached the front door there was another yowl and a clatter as something tried and failed to come in through the flap. By the time I reached and opened it, whatever it was had scarpered. Another of the local cats? Possibly. Perhaps though it was the Ghost of Mice, seeking vengeance.
Investigation (in a weary, throw the dressing gown on and stumble down to the first floor style) showed that this one was at least dead. One small, brown mouse lying just in front of his paws on the landing. Cally came over, eager for attention from me, but ignored it completely. I think Josie was out, gadding about.
Ivan accepted praise for his hunting skills. As I turned to get some kitchen roll to pick up and dispose of the rodent, he decided he wasn't going to let me have it. Grabbed in his mouth and crunched, the mouse disappeared head-first down his gullet, leaving just one back leg and what I think was the stomach (which Ivan sniffed at a couple of times and then ignored). The kitchen roll was used to transport these to the toilet for ceremonial funeral by flushing and to scrub a little murid blood off the carpet. Thence back to bed, while Ivan had a dessert of cat biscuits.
This was a dessert too far. Two minutes into trying to get back to sleep there was the sound of a cat throwing up. More kitchen roll was employed to remove the vomit, which even with cats contains what looks like bits of carrot and in this case also some fur. Lovely.
Saturday was quiet. Sunday evening saw a further muted yet proud announcement just after we went to bed. This time he'd plopped the dead mouse down on the path immediately outside the front door and was stood there benevolently, apparently encouraging the kittens to play with it. They weren't showing much interest, so I left them all to it and went back to bed. The corpse was gone by morning.
This morning I was woken early from a half-doze by the catflap clicking as Ivan came in and then what sounded like a catfight followed by a load banging of the flap. He's generally tolerant of the kittens, although he hisses at Cally occasionally when he considers she's overstepped the mark, but I was worried relations were breaking down. Cally greeted me at the bedroom door, Ivan and Josie on the lower stairs. As I approached the front door there was another yowl and a clatter as something tried and failed to come in through the flap. By the time I reached and opened it, whatever it was had scarpered. Another of the local cats? Possibly. Perhaps though it was the Ghost of Mice, seeking vengeance.
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Ghost Mice?
Date: 2005-09-07 11:16 am (UTC)in all likelihood it's merely a well timed plot between the afore mentioned higher beings in your home to disturb your slumber.
beware of unexpected mouse bodies.
Arikel