November 12th, 2005
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.
Go Abbie! I guess the tuft removal increased his hunting efficiency.
FWIW, the couches are both quite light and easy to move (I've done it myself a number of times) should that be necessary.
(I'll also take this moment to once again point out: THREE EMPTY TEQUILA BOTTLES!)
THREE EMPTY TEQUILA BOTTLES!
Now if only the mice would sneak into the empty tequila bottles and die happily in the fumes. Easy disposal!
I think we even drank the fumes. :-)
You all would make great ruggers!
In defence of us all
That first bottle, she was only half full. And, well...you all let me pour the shots from the last one. And there were many shots to be poured. So, yes, okayfine. The last bottle was only good for one round. But I couldn't very well deny tequila love to the room, could I? The answer: clearly no. And we did chip in to make your shot, Jude. It was a beautiful moment of collaboration. Tequila, she brings the people together--the bourgeois and the rebel.
REPEAT: the first bottle was mostly empty. That's my story. I'm sticking to it.
|Date:||November 12th, 2005 06:33 pm (UTC)|| |
Aw. He just wants to pay you back for all the delicious kibble you've given him over the years.
"WHY WON'T YOU EAT IT, MONKEY???"
Gracious. I had no idea Mister Abbie was so, er, ferocious. Or useful.
I guess flinging a dead mouse onto your shirt is better than flinging, say, half a dead mouse onto your shirt. ;)
Some friends have a cat who likes the noise mice make when poked in the appropriate manner. Especially in the hours shortly before dawn.
I always felt that a dead mouse under the couch was far better than a dead hooker. I'm just saying.
OMG, you are a kind-hearted cat owner. I aspire to having the patience some day to tell one of my girls she was a Very Good Cat after she woke me up to throw a dead mouse on my shirt.