No, he's not sleeping.I am feeling a little triumphant today, even if it is Sunday, a day of rest. In the wee hours when all was quiet, I heard a sound all too familiar this time of year: the sound of intruders on little feet, venturing where they think a church cat is too much the reverend to give in to baser instincts.
Wrong.
A cat is still a cat, even if he's wearing a roman flea collar and this little guy was toast before you could say Hail Mary. I did ask myself what I was doing after the first pounce, but for him, that's all it took. I gave him his last rites and left him for the priests to find this morning.
"Well, well, well," I heard coming from the bathroom.
"I'm proud of you, Tom. We don't want them getting in and chewing things up in the rectory," said Will.
No we don't, I thought.
The beauty of this is, with one trophy, nobody'll be too concerned about the mice. The little critters will get the word, smell me and high-tail it somewhere else. Maybe over to the condos. For those of you who don't know, the condos are located in what used to be the parish school. You might remember Vinny lives over there.
I better remind him to sharpen his mouse-catching skills!
--Tom
6 comments:
It's so good you were on duty dis morning before the little critter did any damage.
Pretty darn impressive Tom, I am certain that word will spread quickly!
Excellent Mousing, Tom. And don't forget, we Cats were created to hunt; honor your prey by killing quickly and cleanly.
Good work, Tom! Those nasties will not be back!
Your pal, Pip
Paws up for a great job of protecting the rectory, Tom!
We are impressed! We have mice in our basement (it's a dirt floor basement so they are welcome to live there), but they are smart enough not to come upstairs - even though we sort of wish they would. We think the word about your mousing skills will spread quickly.
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