I have two cats.

The first was rescued from a life on the streets, and was probably a feral kitten. Stouffer is still distinctly undergrown and much prefers stealing food to eating that which he’s given (although this may just be a commentary on Whiskas)

The second was donated by a family who had a kitten which, and I quote, they “hated”. They also had a Rottweiler and, presumably as a result of growing up defending his food from a large dog, Zuul definitely has ‘issues’ when it comes to food. Those issues being “he’s grotesquely fat and always hungry”.

I mention these two, and their eating habits, because – as a household with two perpetually hungry cats – I don’t really expect to look up and see a mouse sitting underneath my xbox. But that’s what happened last night.

“Not to worry,” I thought, “I’ll just bring one of the cats in”

Yeah. That’ll work.

We actually brought both cats into the room, and after they’d had a bit of a stretch and rolled around the carpet for 20 minutes, Stouffer seemed to notice that there was something worth hunting in the corner of the room. He poked around in a plastic bag, and – quick as a flash – the mouse sped across to the other side of the room.

Stouffer was not to be dissuaded, however – 6 hours later, he’s still pretty damn certain that the mouse is in, or under, that plastic bag. No matter how many times I pick him up and put him roughly where the mouse actually is.

Zuul, meanwhile, has climbed into a cardboard box and is having a sleep.

Which basically means I’ve now got a pet mouse to go along with my cats.

Perhaps he won’t be quite so crap.

Posted by Dave in Bastardry (27/01/2012 at 08:06).
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