Something went down on Tuesday night. I slept through it but it must have been a humdinger. When we got up on Wednesday morning the only evidence was a small “Jack B Little” pumpkin on the floor. With bite and claw marks.
The pumpkin was part of a group that was on the dining room table. (That’s the table where that cats are forbidden to go.) None of the others had punctures. I can only envision what happened.
The great pumpkin hunter came through and cut one off from the herd, the same way the mighty lions do on the Savannah. The old or the weak or the young. The hunter batted it on the floor. The pumpkin fought back. It was a valiant fight. The pumpkin survived with only puncture wounds that sadly would hasten decomposition.
Who was the hunter? Was it the same cat that decapitated the mouse? The pumpkins have been here for over a month and no one has shown interest. Hard to say who. Another mystery of life!
I’m thinking that pumpkin had it coming!
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I’m sure it did. It was looking all nice and shiny and sitting in the spot the cat wants to sit.
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Oh, well, it had to go then. That’s just common sense.
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The pumpkin no doubt started it. As for the lab-sleeping kitty, a pillow is a pillow, no matter what shape it’s in. 😇
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The cats said they were out of sync. Not symmetrical. Discerning cats!
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Get CSI in to match dental impressions?
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Great idea! Now if only I could get the cats to do impressions without killing me.
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Where were you on the night of the 6th!?!
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LOL! A vegetable who-done-it!
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Or…did they let a friend in after hours and have a party while you slept!
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Gosh, could I really sleep through a party? I’m older than I thought! I have to check my margarita stock.
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They are all innocent little kitties! How dare you suspect them! Too funny!
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That’s exactly what they say.
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At least it’s a fascinating mystery.
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Fascinating may be a stretch! 🙂
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I love when you remind us that the cats are not allowed up on the dining room table. Cats invented the saying, “Rules (and pumpkins) are meant to be broken.”
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Never! Nope! None of them go up there. Just ask them…. 😉
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Ahhh…the mysteries of life in the feline kingdom.
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Always something going on!
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Fright nite …..
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Darn right!
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Whoa – wait a minute … the saying goes the other way around … “when the cat’s away, the mice will play” … so much for that theory of hijinks when left to your own devices when Mom is not around and looking over your shoulder. 🙂
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The old saying “when the mouse is away, the cats will play” … in this case is was “when Mom is away, the cats will play” … roughhousing they thought would remain unnoticed by Mom who slept soundly upstairs.
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The good news is that I slept soundly!
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Both Gracie and Sasha look completely innocent in the above photos. I’d let them off in a heart-beat!
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We won’t have them walking the plank anytime soon!
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A pumpkin thriller!! Just right for this time of year!
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A vegetable killer in our midst!
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I hope you don’t have nightmares at night.
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I was laughing out loud by the time I got to the ‘hunting one off from the herd’ part 😆
Personally, I think they’re both guilty. With two kindred spirits under one roof, you can – and should – expect shenanigans 😇😇
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Yes. We have found a second victim. The poor pumpkin was tossed into a corner by the perps.
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Someone’s not sayin’. And someone’s scared to say. Who is which and which is who (whom?)? The pumpkin mystery for the ages. 🙂
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We found another pumpkin on the floor. There is a serial pumpkin killer in this house. Scary!
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Oh dear. I just snorted – out loud – but really, the pumpkin mystery deepens. Maybe you need to put in a little camera near by that turns on in the middle of the night??? 😉
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We have a wildlife camera. I should dig it out and set it up!
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The picture in my head from the description of the pumpkin being hunted and fighting back and you rescuing her and placing protector pumpkins around her crack me up! It’s a pretty vivid picture. I’m thinking Sasha.
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I have my money on Sasha but Gracie isn’t a long shot either. She tends to hang back but she can get into stuff too. Morgan has sort of outgrown that stage. Mostly. Especially with mice this year. Need to talk to her about that!
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I guess that pumpkin needed to be put in his place!
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That’s a different take on it. Rowdy pumpkin got what it deserved!
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“Cut off one of the herd…” Too funny, and a great image!
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Thanks! Pretty sure it was Sasha although she says not.
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Ha! Brilliant story. I laughed, I cried, it became a part of me!
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We are taking care of the pumpkin. She’s back in the middle of the pack with protector pumpkins surrounding her.
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The Rhyme of the Courageous Pumpkin:
Though those on paw
Disobeyed the law
And unsheathed the claw
We will forever speak with awe
Of the Pumpkin who fought
And escaped getting caught.
Off the table in one bound,
Despite the fangs around!
Steamrolling his foe
Until they hissed with woe:
“Fine, we’ll let you live
Until there’s thanks to give.”
Pumpkin held his head high
But the weeks flew by
And soon he was pie.
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OMG! That is so good! You did that on the fly? It would take me days to do a poem that made any sense (and there would be made up words in in for rhyme sake).
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Thank you! And thanks for the chance to make Cat vs. Pumpkin because I’ll never get another chance. Now, my sister in Virginia watches the carnage of Squirrel vs. pumpkin every year.
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We get that here too. Big hole in the pumpkin on my front porch. I will retire it to the back so they can devour all the seeds.
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Love this, AutumnAshbough. 🧡
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Thank you, Ally Bean!
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Cheering loudly, AutimnAshbough. Well-done!
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This poem was well worth the return visit! Love it!!
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I can’t believe she did it on the fly! Such talent!
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Cats are also very good at keeping secrets. They rarely rat each other out, so your mystery will probably never be solved. 😊
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We don’t know who did the mouse either. Mob code of silence endures.
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You need to put some motion sensor camera around your house, Kate. You never know what they’re doing at night! You can start a YouTube Channel. 🙂
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I would love too but the hours of tediously watching cats snore for 30 seconds of hell and damnation just don’t excite me.
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🙂
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Oh I love a good mystery………..check for “pumpkin breath” !!
Hugs, Pam
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I checked for mouse breath a few weeks back. Not doing that again. There are disgusting odors in those sweet little mouths!
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Funny……………. my money’s on Sascha!!!! Great post Kate. Made me smile.
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Me too although Gracie will occasionally sit on the table. Hmmm….
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a conspiracy maybe? Love your cat stories. ❤
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Thanks!
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You must be a heavy sleeper. I don’t think I could have slept through the cats playing around. Yes, who did it? A mystery indeed!
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I’m surprised I did because it had to bonk when it fell to the floor. They raised a ruckus with an empty paper towel roll.
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that’s a miracle… things what are there for such a long time become the show stopper over night… I wish I could act like my dogs, I maybe would discover the sweater what’s in my closet for two years… and I suddenly would love it…or no wait… I would rip it to pieces if I would be a dog … that’s an option, it was a mispurchase.. LOL
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Give it to the weims! They will take care of it for you!
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