And while I'm all about getting rid of mice and such, I felt sorry for the spit-laden guy, so I scooted Hobbes into the house and encouraged Mr. Soggy to move along. I'm sort of a softy like that. He was awfully cute, that little mouse.
I came home, hours later, to find Hobbes back in the exact spot I saw him earlier in the day. And he was searching for his friend--you know, the one that was loooonnnng gone. Silly Hobbes. Em and I stood there laughing as he searched and searched, convinced it was right where he left it.
He searched low.....
and high.
Low...
and high.
Low again.
And then really, really low.
And that's when he popped out of the hostas with his long lost mouse friend--apparently he had been playing with the darn thing all day. Em couldn't figure out why he was enjoying laying in the hostas so much. Now she knows--he was just hangin' with that little mouse all day.
Apparently my cat either a) isn't hungry, b) doesn't have that killer instinct, or c) is too dumb to kill a mouse, but that poor tiny thing was exhausted from being messed with for hours. He wasn't hurt or anything--just exhausted. I think he must have gotten a few baths along the way as well.
Joe finally called off the fun by locking Hobbes in for the day. He and I scooped the mouse up and set him free by plopping him back into the neighbor's yard (where they come from) and giving him a well-deserved break from our cat.
So, now there is one very exhausted, but clean, mouse out there enjoying life again.
21 comments:
That was a delightful read first thing in the morning!
That is one lucky mouse!
Sammy doesn't seem to have that killer instinct either -- he can't even catch a fly let alone kill it!
Grace--I love a happy ending, don't you? :)
Duni--Hobbes was on a roll with mice last year, except I would find them dead. Now I know those darn things just died of heart attacks. I guess we feed them too well, eh? Go Sammy!
I'm not sure which is funnier--
the verbal essay or the pictorial essay.
Tom and Jerry. Seems Jerry won is this story.
What Vanilla said! I guess this proves that mice have more than one life, too, just like cats. Does he even know how lucky he was?
That poor mouse was probably so disgusted with Hobbes!
Our cats definitely have the killer instinct. Mice will occasionally get into our house and the cats take care of them. The worst part is trying to get the carcass away from the kitties. They feel that they caught it, they should get to keep it.
Good boy, Hobbs. It's always nice to make a new friend! Enjoyed the presentation, Lin. Phyl
That mouse needs to write a book now!!
Hope you are doing well! How is that energy level?
HYSTERICAL PICTURES!!! Lin, that's too too too funny.... You should make that into a childrens book!
Gee, and I get the eviscerated bodies and the guts in two different places and the heads in a third. I guess mine definitely have the killer instinct.
Who knew cats practice catch and release too! Love the photos of him looking for his mouse!
Nice to see that I'm not the only to anticipate a book from you. This isn't the time, but Hobbs is waiting to be published. Phyl
Hobbes, you are one persistent fellow! Can you believe I pretty much ignore Bert & Ernie the gerbils, but Harley is obsessed with them.
Hmmmm.... perhaps Hobbes can come to our house and 'play' with some of our gofers. Banjo is too wimpy. ;)
xo Catherine
Vanilla--Or the wacky cat and his friend. :)
Jodi--I think we all won. The mouse got away, Hobbes made a friend, and Joe didn't have to clean up a carcass. Hooray!
Kathy--I think he'll be happy when he wakes up. I'll bet he's still sleeping that day off.
Violet--He was TOUGH! Other mice would have had a little heart attack and died. I thought he deserved freedom after that day!
Anne--Yeah, my cats are sissies. Or just not hunters. But I'm sort of glad after your story. EEK!
Phyl--You had to see me sticking my toes in that hosta teasing him. THEN he came out with the mouse in his mouth! Em was cracking up! That certainly would have been funny if the mouse jumped out when I was doing that!!
Betty--I think he's sleeping it off, Betty! Poor mouse. I'm pooped. The only thing really suffering is my blog--I'm blocked. This too shall pass.
Tracy--Isn't he a hoot??! We just stood there laughing at him--until he showed up with the mouse in his mouth! I couldn't believe he still had it!!
Pricilla--I have suburban cats, I guess. Sheesh. He can catch the mouse, but then he doesn't want to hurt it! Silly cat.
Beaded Tail--I think he liked playing hide-and-seek with his friend. Gees, I felt so sorry for the thing, we had to let him go. I didn't kiss Hobbes for a day or two. :P
Phyl--Right after Bus stop Cat! :)
Daisy--Gerbils are fun to watch, aren't they? My cats have never gone after our hamsters or our fish. Hobbes likes to make the frogs jump in the water, but he doesn't hurt them. Maybe they know they are sort of like family???? You are a good kitty, Daisy.
Catherine--I'm not sure my two are any better! What kind of cats do we have???! Sheesh.
That's funny- we used to have a dog that would lick animals rather than kill them. That's how I found the Earth Day bunnies.
Sharkey--What is with that??! Grace spits on all of her mousie toys in the house.
Too cute! I can't believe he wasn't an afternoon snack for Hobbes.
My mom lets the cats loose on any lizards that get inside the house. Once they catch it, she takes it and lets it loose outside (but they've had their share of lizardpops when we weren't around to intervene).
LOL... Exhausted and traumatized mouse. I wonder what Hobbes was thinking? Cute post.
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