Last night I heard Bryan from the basement rattling something loud. Apparently one of the cats found a mouse! Bryan thinks this is HILARIOUS. Dillyn caught the mouse, kept it in her mouth until it wiggled it's way out, then dropped it, cought it again, dropped it, and on and on and on. As I witnessed this, I and am very bothered that our little friend has become a toy. Bryan proceeds to grab his camera and shouts, "Dillyn - did anyone tell you it's not nice to play with your food?", as he laughs. Great . . . this is not going to end well. The poor little mouse manages to get away, scampers across the floor and squeaks. This is the first time I have ever heard a mouse squeak!
I finally convinced Bryan that we (oh - I am sorry - I mean "he") should rescue the mouse from Dillyn's mouth and take it outside away from our place, and down to the street to the empty field where all the happy mice leave. Bryan reluctantly takes the mouse from Dillyn. Dillyn was upset as her new toy is gone, and Bryan is upset he missed good footage on his camera.
OK, mouse is gone and Sharon is happy. Bryan not too happy and Dillyn very mad.
Another hour or so later Bryan hears more squeaking. Apparently Dillyn captured yet another one. I again convince Bryan to rescue the critter. This time he refuses to take it down the street to the field, he walks across the street into our neighbor's yard and releases our poor imprisoned creature. Aren't we such good neigbors?
Bryan then takes a shower. I am hoping Dillyn doesn't find yet another as what will I do? I have been a chicken the entire time staying about 10 feet away from the mouse, while directing orders to save the mouse. Yep, Bryan is in the shower and I hear more squeaking downstairs. I go downstairs and have a hard time convicing Dillyn to drop the mouse. She finally does, and the poor guy is stiff. I think he is dead. I captured him under the box and wait for Bryan to come out of the shower. Bryan gets out of the shower and again takes the mouse across the street. Poor guy was injured, but eventually he moved. I said some prayers and hopefully he is OK.
Mouse four- gosh we are now pros at this drill. Dillyn catches, drops it, and Bryan captures it and takes it outside. Bryan releases the mouse and indicates the mouse is in "mint" condition -ah no injuries makes me happy. It is now late, time for bed and we haven't heard or seen any dead mice on the floor. Thank god. Bryan is a proud cat Dad and rewards his "cat kids" with food. We know now that Dillyn is the mouser- Java is too old and just watches as Dillyn catch her new toys.
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LOL - sorry to laugh at your mouse troubles but this is a funny story. I can just picture you standing in the background telling Bryan to save the mouse!!! Sounds like you had the whole family living in your basement - hopefully, they all found each other outside :)
Hi Cheryl!
Yes, we had the whole mo'fo'ing family . . . hadda be. And yes, she was shouting out orders like The Colonel. As much as she wanted me to save them . . . I was all about letting the kitties have their "toys". I mean . . . what better enjoyment could they have than their very own . . . almost robotic . . . self-propelled, animated fun?
They're lucky . . . that Sharon was their saviour. Otherwise . . . well, the photography would have been spectacular.
Poor babies. (I mean the kittens, not the mice.)
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