Hi there! Gracie here. We had a wonderful week. After a year of training Sasha has become an ace mouser.
Wednesday evening the peeps were watching some nonsense on TV. (There were no cats in the program. What a waste of time!) We had a bit of a kerfuffle as to whose turn it was to bat the mousie around and there was allegedly some growling. We never growl. We like each other. Mostly. After all we are cats and we get…well…catty!
Anyhow that intrigued the peeps who paused the nonsense program and came to investigate. They startled us and the mousie got free. Sasha was on it in a second but got distracted when the peep said something about treats. What a rube! When you have a live mousie, who needs treats? Anyhow the peep caught the mouse and took it away to the other side of the great pond.
It was so sad. We spent some time teaching Sasha about life. When you have a mousie there is no growling or anything that makes the peeps suspicious. If you do that the mousie disappears never to be seen again.
Thursday evening there was a repeat performance (different mousie) without growling. Sasha was good except that the tail on the real mousie was longer than the catnip one and the peep picked up on that right away. Mousie gone.
We are working on new rules. You can’t play with a live mousie in the family room when the peeps are there. We prefer to go there because there is a carpet. Just in case the mousie gets messy, we like to do that on carpet. The peeps like that too. You should hear them carry on in jubilation when they find a hairball on the carpet. They use words they save for special occasions.
Morgan must be getting old. She oversaw the event but didn’t participate. As some of you will remember, she got a dozen mice a couple years back. Her loss and more play time for me. I’m sort of the goalie. No mousie gets away!
Did you know you can play field hockey with a mousie and you don’t need a stick. A nice soft paw will work just fine. It’s been an exhausting couple of days for everyone. The peeps are discussing what to do about too many mice. Lady peep says that’s what the cats are for. Man peep just grumbles.
Hope your weekend is filled with mousies and a catnip martini!
Note from the peeps — This crew is easier to de-mouse than the last one. Jake used to pick up the mousie in his mouth and run around the house with me chasing him. He’d drop it behind some goddawful large piece of furniture so I couldn’t get it. Then he would come out and mock me. Sasha is very sweet and lets me take it. She thinks of it as a mobile toy rather than a snack.