She purrs, she snuggles and last night she killed a mouse.
What a good kitty.
It’s been years –years – since a cat of ours caught a mouse. Fiona, our oldest, has never caught one. I’ve seen her disinterestedly look at one but that’s as far as she ever went. Henry, our old cat, has been gone for years but he caught mice…. kinda… Perhaps you need to read about Henry’s mouse catching to fully appreciate my excitement over a dead mouse.
For a story of the worst mouser ever (not to mention pictures of a tiny Ivy and Piper) read Henry the Cat.
And then, you will perhaps better understand why I am oh-so-happy to have a cat that kills the mice!