I Love Hobbes Thursday - The Pacifist

Joe was out grilling dinner when he noticed that Hobbes was a tad too interested in the garden back by the fence. Okay, so hostas are fab for a shady nap on a hot summer afternoon, but homeboy was digging around and looking for something with way too much intensity.

Typical of the dad, Joe let him alone until Hobbes re-appeared with a new gray fuzzy mustache--the kind with big ears and a long tail.

Hobbes carefully carried his new-found treasure to the grass and gently set it down to admire it. He lie down across from his new friend, tucked his arms under his chest, and settled in to just watch what the baby field mouse was gonna do next.

Joe picked up Hobbes and called to us, knowing that Em and I are suckers for those cute little things whose ears are almost bigger than they are. And while we came running, the poor wee thing just sat there, breathing heavy, scared to death of the giant orange ottoman that could have crushed him if he so chose.

We all ooohed and ahhhhed over the wet-with-spit fuzzball and then Joe gently guided him back to the garden, where he scurried under the fence to safety. Hobbes was in the house at this time, getting a drink and something to eat while wondering what all the fuss was about.

When he was finally let back out, poor Hobbes went right to the spot where he had left his mouse, confused as to what happened to his friend. He looked and sniffed all around, knowing that he had just left him right there, and now he was gone. It was like he was thinking "I know I left him here somewhere...". And all the while, we just chuckled.

I wonder if he knows that he is supposed to kill the mouse? Sigh. That's my Hobbes. Making friends with the enemy.