Cats. On the hunt.
Apparently it's not just me who deals with mice living in the drawer of the stove. We all keep lids in there and wash the mouse footie prints off them all the time. Ew!
But Bitty, Nicholas, and Little Mo heard a mouse so they all set out on the hunt. It went on for a long time.
There was a lot of shrieking. All of it by me.
My husband finally had to come and take the lid-free drawer outside and we thought we were safe.
A little while later I heard weird noise and ran out to see.........Little Mo the victor!!
Our most tender cat.
I couldn't believe it. Our most tender cat, the most mild, gentle, and sensitive little one.... Little Mo who was The World's Worst Barncat was the one who caught the mouse!
It must have been all that coaching from Nicholas.
Whatever spurred Little Mo to bloodlust - it worked. He is now asking us to call him by his gangster name, The Notorious Mo-zee.
We'll see about that.
I wasn't entirely surprised about the mouse invasion. The weather turned yesterday and so now we finally will get winter. No one is happy ... except for the cats. The Season of the Hunt is on!
Happy Monday everyone! Do you have a mouse in your house? Did your most gentle cat get it and then go all gangster on you?