It's just this little chromium switch, here... (derspatchel) wrote,
It's just this little chromium switch, here...

It truly is a red-letter day for Mr. Abbie. Last night he had that giant fur-tumor mat on his back cut off, and he's much sleeker for it (though I still brace myself for it every time I pet him.) This morning it has been discovered that the busy fellow has gone and caught himself another mouse. This mouse is well and duly dead, and Mr. A. is busy throwing it in the air and batting after it and generally acting very chuffed about the whole affair.

He brought his new toy in to my room to show me, too, waking me up from a fine tequila-receding dream, and I petted Abbie and displayed expressions of positive emotions and called him a Very Good Cat and so he purred and purred and then threw the mouse onto a shirt I was going to wear today. Not having the heart to dispose of the corpse right away and ruin El Gato's good day, I picked the mouse up by the tail, brought it downstairs, and offered it to the floor down there. The cat ran right after me and continued his playing, happy as a clam.

I walked upstairs, washed my hands in the bathroom, and by the time I'd returned to my room Abbie was right back there, flipping the mouse onto the shirt again.

The second time around I think he got the hint. He's currently running up and down the stairs with it. It'll be disposed of soon enough, I pledge that; I just hope he doesn't fling it under the couch in the meantime or anything. NO DEAD MICE UNDER THE COUCH PLS MR CAT THANK YOU. Me, I think I'm heading back to bed for a few more hours.
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