Super-hunter
Mar. 28th, 2015 09:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
janestarzDeep asleep, but soon awakened by Eisirt this morning. I was still enjoying the warm and fuzzly blankets and the peaceful oblivion of sleep. But Eisirt said "Come, you MUST see this!" and I head the pattering of paws in the background.
As expected, he trudled me out to Doortje, who was playing fiercely near the balcony door. Eisirt proudly presented our soft kitty, who was far too busy to look at us.
Great, I thought, She's playing. Wonderful. Can I go back to bed now?
"Hmm." I said non-commitally. "Lovely."
Doortje slapped at something grey, and slowly my mind started working. We don't have any grey cat toys. Doortje abhors traditional toys, and loves to play with yarn balls. Those are quite colourful.
Come to think of it, it looked a bit like one of those tiny mice pet stores sell....
Doortje stopped her pawing for a moment and planted her big butt squarely on top of the tiny thing, before hopping off to slap it around some more. The mouse moved around a bit, but was immediately stopped by a slap of the paw.
It is a mouse.... I thought, as my mind started to warm up to the idea of doing some actual work-before-coffee. How did we get a mouse in the house? Do we have MICE?
The story slowly emerged. When I had de-cluttered the balcony, I had moved the flower pots on the railing and taken the bird feeder (that had been utterly ignored by any and all birds all winter) down. The bird feeder was now sitting on the balcony, and two cheeky mice had climbed up to our balcony to get at the bird food.
Doortje had been enthusiastically stalking them and pawing at the glass of the windows until Eisirt had let her out. The mice had fled beneath some bricks, which Eisirt had lifted up. The mice had then fled beneath a sack of dirt, and then when that was lifted, there was nowhere else to run to. Doortje had snapped one of the mice up, carried it inside, and started honing her hunting instincts. And apparantly, I needed to be shown how great the Great Big Hunter actually was.
It's a comforting thought that we don't actually have mice in the house, but I wasn't going to watch as nature took its cruel course. I dove back into bed, and left Eisirt and Doortje to sort out the mice mess. At last, Eisirt picked up the (still living) mouse, and threw it off the balcony into one of the neighbour's yards, where it hid beneath some shrubs and (possibly) died of internal hemorrhaging.
Also: Ew.
But well done! And ew.
As expected, he trudled me out to Doortje, who was playing fiercely near the balcony door. Eisirt proudly presented our soft kitty, who was far too busy to look at us.
Great, I thought, She's playing. Wonderful. Can I go back to bed now?
"Hmm." I said non-commitally. "Lovely."
Doortje slapped at something grey, and slowly my mind started working. We don't have any grey cat toys. Doortje abhors traditional toys, and loves to play with yarn balls. Those are quite colourful.
Come to think of it, it looked a bit like one of those tiny mice pet stores sell....
Doortje stopped her pawing for a moment and planted her big butt squarely on top of the tiny thing, before hopping off to slap it around some more. The mouse moved around a bit, but was immediately stopped by a slap of the paw.
It is a mouse.... I thought, as my mind started to warm up to the idea of doing some actual work-before-coffee. How did we get a mouse in the house? Do we have MICE?
The story slowly emerged. When I had de-cluttered the balcony, I had moved the flower pots on the railing and taken the bird feeder (that had been utterly ignored by any and all birds all winter) down. The bird feeder was now sitting on the balcony, and two cheeky mice had climbed up to our balcony to get at the bird food.
Doortje had been enthusiastically stalking them and pawing at the glass of the windows until Eisirt had let her out. The mice had fled beneath some bricks, which Eisirt had lifted up. The mice had then fled beneath a sack of dirt, and then when that was lifted, there was nowhere else to run to. Doortje had snapped one of the mice up, carried it inside, and started honing her hunting instincts. And apparantly, I needed to be shown how great the Great Big Hunter actually was.
It's a comforting thought that we don't actually have mice in the house, but I wasn't going to watch as nature took its cruel course. I dove back into bed, and left Eisirt and Doortje to sort out the mice mess. At last, Eisirt picked up the (still living) mouse, and threw it off the balcony into one of the neighbour's yards, where it hid beneath some shrubs and (possibly) died of internal hemorrhaging.
Also: Ew.
But well done! And ew.
