Adult male has been cleaning the lower level of the house, removing what he calls junk, and putting gray paint on the floor. Fortunately, it is a light gray color, which is an advantage for those among who are interested in the creatures who may live in the lower regions -- what my human friends refer to as the "basement."
The light gray color is perfect for showing off the darker gray hues of the mice who occasionally can be found there. Not that my ever-sharp eyes and nose are failing me -- I have not become a senescent cat -- but all assistance is appreciated when it comes to mousing.
The other benefit of the cleaning efforts is that they upset the creatures, whose sad little homes are destroyed by the removal of the junk. They run about, looking for their former nests in vain. That means that they are vulnerable to attack.
Last night, for example, a very small mouse ventured into the human-occupied portion (for humans -- I can live anywhere, of course) of the basement. Although I was resting on one of the battered chairs that comprise the furniture in the lower level, I am always alert to possibilities. My keen nose picked up the scent of the creature immediately, and I was off. To hounds! (as my English relatives might shout).
I was but a few seconds apprehending the creature, which was quite young, and very sleepy. I carried it upstairs gently, as I did not wish to harm it further and thus limit my pleasure. Some cats are quite good at delayed gratification, as the humans call it. Mistress does not think I am one of them, I can tell. Little does she know!
I placed the creature upon the carpet so that it could recover a little. However, I kept a very careful eye upon it, in case it had any thought of escape. My intense focus caught the eye of Mistress, who observed that I was "On the prowl." She clearly did not see the creature at first, whose dark gray fur blended nicely with the navy blue pattern on the carpet.
Once both humans had become aware of the creature, I pounced in order to display my prowess. It was surprisingly fast for one so young and injured. Adult male wanted me to play with it, but Mistress thought that was "inappropriate." What a stupid word. "Inappropriate" for whom?
In any event mistress took hold of a plate with a handle -- I've heard her refer to it as a dustpan -- and scooped up the creature, opened the door and tossed it into the night. Adult male, who appears to appreciate my abilities in this area far more than Mistress, gave me some kibble as a reward for mousing. I do not think he fully appreciates why I like to catch mice. Housecats chase mice for the thrill of the chase, not the meal that may or may not appear at the end.
However, I am always grateful for any contribution, so I pounced on the kibble as if it were a mouse and made short work of the few pieces that he put on my platter. He seemed pleased and referred to me as a. "Good little mouser." It was a demeaning comment, but his heart is in the right place.
Saturday, August 10, 2013
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
Guest Post: "The Cat's Diary"
Mitzi here, after a long silence. I am sharing with my readers a column I found
that speaks to my worldview. As Eugene
V. Debs famously said, “If even one cat is in prison, I am not free.” Enjoy.
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Guest post by an unknown and incarcerated cat
“The Cat’s Diary--Day
983 of my captivity:
“My captors continue to taunt me
with bizarre little dancing objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed
hash or some sort of dry nuggets.
Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless
must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
“The only thing that keeps me going
is my dream of escape. In an attempt to
disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their
feet. I had hoped this would strike fear
into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending
comments about what a ‘good little hunter’ I am. Bastards !
“There was some sort of assembly of
their accomplices tonight. I was placed
in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell
the food. I overhead that my confinement
was due to the power of ‘allergies.’ I
must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.
“Today I was almost successful in
an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he
was walking. I must try this again
tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.
“I am convinced that the other
prisoners are flunkies and snitches. The
dog receives special privileges. He is
regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously a flunkie. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with his guards
regularly. I am certain that he reports
my every move. My captors have arranged
protective custody for him an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now…”
Friday, January 4, 2013
The last time I had the opportunity to write, master and mistress left me for 10 days. This time they have abandoned me for what seems like ten years. They have left put in the care of all three young masters, who have rationed my food severely.
However, when mistress returned briefly, she spoke so glowingly of my svelte physique that I am not as upset as I might have been. However, she and adult male have departed again for Hungary -- which is what I am most of the time! I hide under the huge bed occupied by mistress and adult male, longing for the day when they return and are once again in charge.
However, when mistress returned briefly, she spoke so glowingly of my svelte physique that I am not as upset as I might have been. However, she and adult male have departed again for Hungary -- which is what I am most of the time! I hide under the huge bed occupied by mistress and adult male, longing for the day when they return and are once again in charge.
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