The War of Mice and Men: And Cats!

As an update to the War stories, when my sister moved out, not too long ago, she had taken our mean old lady cat to live with her.

We recently had her reinstated to her post here at our house and within 2 days she managed to capture, torture, question, and slay 3 mice.

Actually, she probably went straight on to slaying, but I’m sure they had a good tossing around before the deed was done, in any case.

The funniest thing about that is that she knows that when she kills a mouse, we react in some way that pleases her… because she always makes sure to bring them to us, or stare at us until we’ve had enough of wondering what’s in her mouth and finally realize what’s hanging out. Only then does she drop it, and continue batting it around, under our direct supervision.

She also leaves them as gifts, sometimes just a step or two from my parents bed, or in their doorway.

But those are old stories… the best one is the one from yesterday, when my father was getting ready for work, sliding his foot into his boot only to find a gift that “Fluffy” had left for her human masters to find.

Weird cat. We don’t give her treats or anything. But she always delivers them to us, as if she was trained to do that somehow.

I have no idea.

The End.