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Kitties were busy last night.
Apr. 27th, 2015 07:31 amBecause I was playing on the computer and lost track of time, I didn't head off to bed until nearly 11:15, which is late for me these days. As Lis was coming out of the bathroom after brushing her teeth, she called me over --
"Did you hear one of the cats puke? The cats are looking at that bag on the floor weirdly, like they're burying puke or something."
I came over and watched. "No, I think that's what they look like when there's a mouse." And then I saw the mouse dart out. And Nicky just grabbed it and trotted off to the kitchen with Nora following.
Lis asked me if I wanted to rescue the thing, but my rule is, if a cat-prey type thing is dumb enough to walk into our apartment, the cats get it. It would be cheating and cruel to, like, BUY mice to give to the cats to play, but if a wild mouse gets in, that's ITS lookout.
That was about 11:30, and I went to bed, and heard it squeaking until maybe midnight. I figure it probably died around then. But the cats weren't done playing, because a dead mouse is THE SECOND BEST TOY EVER, right after a live mouse.
I was sleeping pretty lightly for the next few hours, because I was more-or-less aware of them throwing the mouse up and down the hall.
At about 3:00 AM, I felt Nick, at least, jump on the bed. I think it was just him and not Nora -- I think I only felt one cat, and he's somewhat bigger. And he spent the next half hour throwing the mouse around the bed. Eventually, he got tired and curled up to sleep.
Lis, fortunately for her, was sleeping in the other room last night, so she didn't have to deal with this. However, since she did realize that Nora didn't come to sleep with her until late, she was worried that the mouse had died somewhere inaccessible and the cats were staring at it, and we'd have to deal with dead mouse smell. She wasn't aware that Nora hadn't gone to sleep with her because she was still busy playing with the dead mouse.
I woke up this morning to find a soggy, sad dead mouse on the bed next to me, and Nick curled up against my legs below it.
They're good beasts. They do their job well. They kill mice, but they don't eat them (many cats recognize the movements of a mouse as OH YEAH KILL-Y TYPE PLAYTIME just instinctively, but they won't recognize them as food unless their mothers fed them mice as kittens), which means that we don't have to deal with mouse PARTS, and they are at lower risk for mouse-borne parasites. So I'm proud of them.
"Did you hear one of the cats puke? The cats are looking at that bag on the floor weirdly, like they're burying puke or something."
I came over and watched. "No, I think that's what they look like when there's a mouse." And then I saw the mouse dart out. And Nicky just grabbed it and trotted off to the kitchen with Nora following.
Lis asked me if I wanted to rescue the thing, but my rule is, if a cat-prey type thing is dumb enough to walk into our apartment, the cats get it. It would be cheating and cruel to, like, BUY mice to give to the cats to play, but if a wild mouse gets in, that's ITS lookout.
That was about 11:30, and I went to bed, and heard it squeaking until maybe midnight. I figure it probably died around then. But the cats weren't done playing, because a dead mouse is THE SECOND BEST TOY EVER, right after a live mouse.
I was sleeping pretty lightly for the next few hours, because I was more-or-less aware of them throwing the mouse up and down the hall.
At about 3:00 AM, I felt Nick, at least, jump on the bed. I think it was just him and not Nora -- I think I only felt one cat, and he's somewhat bigger. And he spent the next half hour throwing the mouse around the bed. Eventually, he got tired and curled up to sleep.
Lis, fortunately for her, was sleeping in the other room last night, so she didn't have to deal with this. However, since she did realize that Nora didn't come to sleep with her until late, she was worried that the mouse had died somewhere inaccessible and the cats were staring at it, and we'd have to deal with dead mouse smell. She wasn't aware that Nora hadn't gone to sleep with her because she was still busy playing with the dead mouse.
I woke up this morning to find a soggy, sad dead mouse on the bed next to me, and Nick curled up against my legs below it.
They're good beasts. They do their job well. They kill mice, but they don't eat them (many cats recognize the movements of a mouse as OH YEAH KILL-Y TYPE PLAYTIME just instinctively, but they won't recognize them as food unless their mothers fed them mice as kittens), which means that we don't have to deal with mouse PARTS, and they are at lower risk for mouse-borne parasites. So I'm proud of them.