I was hanging out in the living room one night, and I smelled rodent. With my super sensitive schnoz, I knew I was accurate in my assessment. Of course, the family didn't notice the mouse until after the lights were out, but I was already on the hunt.
The Big Guy noticed the little furry troublemaker (not me, of course; I was being the responsible feline in the house), but when he saw me checking out the intruder, he decided to let me take care of it.
Well, I certainly didn't want to disappoint the Big Daddy, but this was my first official rodent hunt, at least that I can remember.
The next morning the Big Daddy asked me if I caught the mouse. Well, I just didn't know what to say. I mean, I had some fun with it and scared the living fur off of it (well, ok, I'm exaggerating); but I didn't catch it. I wanted to take a nap, ya know? Every female feline needs her beauty sleep. I have a reputation to keep. But Big Daddy said there was no excuse. Then he gave me hope and said, "Maybe next time." But I think he was just being nice so he didn't hurt my feelings. I had every intension of catching that furry little sucker as soon as I got my paws on it. (That sounded pretty fierce, didn't it?)
Well, it did take some doing, with lots of sniffing and detective work, but, first thing in the morning, I finally had that rotten scoundrel cornered in the master bath. I was feeling pretty big and scary when I heard the bathroom door open and saw Mom's head peeking around the corner. She asked me what I was up to. Then she noticed the little furry thing I was cornerning behind the bathroom door, and then I saw a Big smile on her face like she was so proud of me. I just wanted her to leave so I could get back to my intimidation tactics (well, I did have some stuff to learn about hunting rodent, you know?)
Well, a little while later, Mom poked her head in again to see how things were going.
But after she left, things just started to get interesting.
That furry prey managed to make a beeline for the bathroom door but it didn't manage to escape from me completely. Mom had the door closed to the bedroom, I suppose, to make things easier on me. (how nice, huh?)
Well, I gave that skinny tailed rodent a run for it's money and then some; although it was a challenge not to skin myself every time I ran under the bed after it (well, everyone knows about the feline's arching back, right? It's just our natural posture.)
After a bit, the youngest (who chases me around the house) decided to stick her head around the bedroom door to see my progress; they were really starting to destract me at this point! Then I could here her yelling down the hall to update Mom on the current events of my first mouse hunt.
Well, it took some doing, but I finally did it in! Yep, it was a goner by the time I was finished with it. But I think it's fur was almost ready to give me a decent hairball! Did you know I've yet to have a hair ball? Gosh, that would be so embarrassing.
Well, what seemed like a lifetime went by when the folks came back in to see my progress.
Surprise! Yes, they were all so proud of my accomplishment. I got lots of petting and even a treat for a job well done. Well, what did they expect from a feline?
It's my job, ya know?
So, now it's official. I'm the resident mouser. And that's quite an accomplishment. My family certainly thinks so, which is great; because, that's who I'm really doing it for, right? (Well, it did keep me busy for a couple of days too.)
But all that loving goes a long way..till my next mousing adventure.
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