He had brought a MOUSE into the bedroom!!!
A MOUSE!
I just sat there horrified watching him "play" with his mouse and meowingly inviting me to come and "play" as well. Of course, I did not, which he didn't seem to understand.
My dilemma was how to get the mouse OUT! I tried to wait until Snickers had it picked up and would try to pick him up to haul the pair OUT of the house. As soon as I would pick Snickers up, he would, of course- drop the mouse. I finally just grabbed a piece of denim something that was in the dirty laundry, picked up the mouse, and hauled the poor thing out onto the porch. I then promptly went inside, grabbed that cat, and dumped him on the front porch with his prize. (no cats were injured in the process, unfortunately)
Me? Want a mouse? I don't think so. As much as I love this cat, that was almost the end of our relationship. I think I just sat on the bed staring at him playing with the mouse in horror wondering HOW was I going to get them OUT!
A girl who will NOT be snuggling with her cat for a while,
Rebecca

