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Alfie the Mouseketeer!
Alfred the Great caught his first mouse this morning. Life may never be the same again!
Best of all, instead of killing the thing, he brought it home to play, alive, and proceeded to chase it all over the kitchen and hallway before I eventually managed to hold him off and catch it in an empty tissue box. I then had to quickly get dressed and take the mouse down the road to release it back into the wild - no point putting it in the garden, he'd have had it again immediately.
It wasn't even 7am at the time, and it was something stupid like -10 out there! Remember the days when the temperature used to get above freezing? Yeah, good times.
Alfie spent the rest of the morning searching the house for his lost treasure, convinced I'd hidden it somewhere. Neither Poppy nor Macavity even noticed that anything had happened!
Here's hoping this isn't the start of a glorious hunting career for Alfie!
Best of all, instead of killing the thing, he brought it home to play, alive, and proceeded to chase it all over the kitchen and hallway before I eventually managed to hold him off and catch it in an empty tissue box. I then had to quickly get dressed and take the mouse down the road to release it back into the wild - no point putting it in the garden, he'd have had it again immediately.
It wasn't even 7am at the time, and it was something stupid like -10 out there! Remember the days when the temperature used to get above freezing? Yeah, good times.
Alfie spent the rest of the morning searching the house for his lost treasure, convinced I'd hidden it somewhere. Neither Poppy nor Macavity even noticed that anything had happened!
Here's hoping this isn't the start of a glorious hunting career for Alfie!
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For the record, I hate when my cats bring giant dead rats on my kitchen threshold, or when they eat a pidgeon on my porch, leaving feathers everywhere. The least they could do is clean out after themselves, the little weasels! LOL
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When we were growing up, if the cats brought anything home, Mum would just shut it in the kitchen and wait for us to come home from school and make us dispose of it! We soon learned not to be squeamish, simply because she was! But I'd rather not go back to that, if it's all the same to Alfie. *G*
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(Anonymous) 2010-12-07 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)As for bringing in live ones, Sophie shot in one warm night when the door was open and presented me with a mouse - fortunately I realised before she could put it down and managed to grab it as she did so, but it's a close-run thing!
Carol
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I am hoping that this was a one-off and that Alfie won't now make a habit of it, having got his eye in and a taste for live prey! We used to get creatures brought home all the time when I was growing up, both alive and dead - nothing quite like chasing a panic-stricken bird all around he house with several cats all in hysterics trying to catch it - but I have no desire to return to those days!
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*g*
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Alfie's brothers have a fabulous habit of bringing home headless birds, so I'm hoping fervently that this first mouse wasn't the start of a glorious hunting career in which he follows in their footsteps!
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