I received a gift from my boys Monday night.
Just as I was going to bed, I saw Jupiter crouched on the floor next to my bed peering intently. So I crouched down next to him to see what had his attention.
Just as I was about to get up and leave him to it (I figured maybe he was contemplating something that I just wouldn’t be able to understand), I hear my other boy, Baxter, growling. I look over, and there in his mouth, in MY bedroom was a live MOUSE. Now, I’m not afraid of mice, but I do feel that they do not belong anywhere NEAR my bedroom, or anywhere inside my house for that matter. And Baxter brought this into my room.
I wasn’t happy.
Instead of killing the mouse, as I assumed a cat would do, Baxter (and Jupiter half-heartedly joing in) proceeded to play “cat and mouse”. Catch the mouse, growl deeply, and then let him go. I urged them to catch the mouse and hold onto it so I could get the thing and put him outside. They looked at me like I just didn’t understand the fun they were having.
So this went on all night. I couldn’t catch the mouse, it was way too fast for me. I went to sleep thinking by the morning the mouse would be dead and I would just dispose of it then. When I woke up, the mouse was still alive and my boys were still having the time of their lives.
I knew it was up to me, so I caught the mouse (it was so tired by this time, poor little thing) and took him outside and let him go at the wood line.