The rectory was quiet, nobody around with all the activity being mostly with the priests meeting parishioners after Mass. I ducked out early. I'm sure the mouse thought I wasn't around, either.
He couldn't have been more wrong.
I heard him in the kitchen and after a little bit of patience and maneuvering, I caught him. Wow! I haven't lost my touch!
Little mouse, I gave you your last rites, so you should be okay. I am a cat, after all, but I do feel badly, even though you should know any house with a cat is a danger zone.
I hope the other mice contemplating meeting me or hanging out in the kitchen for crumbs from the housekeeper's cooking will think twice.
So, for this Mancat Monday, I really proved myself! I became a mouser once again!
PS - Afterwards, I did go to my dish for my leftover breakfast of fish. Between you and me, mouse doesn't taste nearly as good.
Holy and huntingly yours,
Tom
12 comments:
dood !!!!!!!! nice catch !!!!!!! :) :) ☺☺☺♥♥♥♥
We're proud of you but feel kind of sorry for the mousie too :(
Wow! We are impressed! And maybe even a bit jealous since most of our live toys are spiders or ants.
The mouse didn’t stand a chance.
Whoa! Look at that little guy you deaded. Good job!
We think fish is better than mice but one or two of our crew enjoy the chase!
The Dash Kitten Crew
Truth be known, we do enjoy the taste of fish over mouse!
Well done on a great catch!
Yeah, nice catch!
Well done, Tom. But we do feel kind of sad for the mouse!
You are quite the mouser.
Pawsome job! Mousies SHOULD know better.
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