September 10th 2010 5:32 am
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On our last trip outside last night, my schnooter was the first out the door. I sniffed a quick sniff and then grabbed the little mouse that the Georgie cat had left on the door mat. I mean, it was right there. It would have gotten stepped on if someone hadn't picked it up.
I was that someone. Mom immediately told me to drop it. She hadn't even opened the door all the way. Only my head was outside. I backed up. With the mouse in my mouth. I dropped it on the little rug by the door. Mom called for Sister to help. Mom held Zoe and me back and covered the mouse with her foot. Don't worry, the mouse wasn't alive and she didn't step on the mouse, just covered it. It wasn't bloody but it wasn't alive.
Sister came and then held us back. Mom got the broom and dustpan and took away my mouse that Georgie brought for show and tell.
These cats around here are good hunters. I sure hope I can nab some of the "fruits" of their labors sometime. And I hope Mom doesn't see me enjoy that fruit.
well maybe next time you"ll be able to enjoy it
That Georgie cat is a good hunter! :o)
Oh Tux I know how you feel, mom takes all my good finds away too!
Darn it. That stinks. Momma wouldn't let me keep my dead bunny I found, either. :(
I was trying to eat a locust the other day, and Mom wouldn't even let me eat THAT! What gives?
Hey, yu pupses habded da peepoles outnumberded wast nite!! Where da heck wuz Dwober?? Yu needed hims help!!!
Dang it Tux! Better luck next time!
Mommas always ruin all the fun. :(
Yeah, Mommas are good at bein' spoilsports...