December 13th 2013 11:10 am
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It was out there. Out along the side of the house. Under sum garden hose. I told Tux to stay on one side while I was on the other. That mousie wouldn't come out. But we were waitin for him.
Mommy spoiled our huntin fun.
Made us come inside. Yeah, we got good cookies, but still. Nuthin like fresh, real mousie.
When we finally got to go outside again, the garden hose had been moved. The place still smelled like mousie. But no mousie was to be found.
GeorgieCat was cleanin her whiskers. Harumph!
Oh, well. Bedder wuck nexx time, Zoe! I fink yu shood bwame Tux cuz yur Mommy r da one in charge ob dose tastee cookies!
My Momma sawed a mousie twack in my side yard an' hur pointed it out tu me, bud I wuz tu bizzy fweakin' out ober sum skwerls WAY in da distance an' did nod eben notice any mousie stink.
Duh oh! I just love me some fresh mousie! Sorry you didn't get to sample yours!
oh, so sorry your huntin' trip was interrupted by cookies. We got some mouses in the garage but we never get to stay in there long enough to hunt them critters down!
It does not seem fair to me that you and Tux didn't get to eat the mousie yet the cat did. That is definite favoritism to the cat!
Too bad you missed out on da mousie.
DFB r wite. Obbiuswy, it r bedder tu be a kitty at Zoe's pwace an' dat r WONG!
Oooh! I LOOOOOVE hunting mouses!! They aren't as fun after I catch 'em, but they are SOOOOOOO fun to hunt!! Maybe your Mama knows that. But that cat sure doesn't! Shows how not-smart cats are, huh???
Demon are so right, snooty purrs get favoritism alla times!