Here Kitty, Kitty, Kitty
As you know, I am deathly afraid of mice. When I see them, I go nuts and because there is one in my house, probably more than one, I usually make a lot of noise to warn them that I coming. My kitty, too, is afraid of the mice, and when she hears them, she runs and hides her face under my arm. So, last night, she was obsessed with this little tunnel that my grandson made out of books. She kept trying to climb under the bridge book, and I thought she wanted a place to hide so I made her a box house, but no, not so. She tried to be still and tried to be quiet but every once in a while, her entire body shook with eagerness and then she took off and then she was walking with something in her mouth and I said, what does the baby have, and my hubby said, probably ***** doll. ***** doll is one of those miniature Barbies that came in the happy meal and is her favorite toy. No, I say, it is not ***** doll, it’s got a string hanging, and then I see her drop it and it runs and I say, oh **** she has a mouse, and I lift my legs up into my chair and scream, get it. And, she got it and pranced around and then she comes toward me and I say, honey, get her and he is laughing so loudly and she drops that thing at my feet or where my feet would be if I didn’t have them hiked up in the air, and the thing runs and she chases and gets it again and then she jumps up on me with it and I scream and finally DH, who is laughing is ass off, rescues me and takes the cat and the mouse and kitty drops the mouse and DH takes it outside.
Poor kitty runs around for about fifteen minutes looking for her mouse. She meows so pitifully and I keep saying to her that in our house, we are civilized and do not need to hunt for our food. That our food comes from the store where it has been cleaned and sanitized and that there is no need to scale, skin, or peel anything off and for her to get that silly feral notion of hunting and stalking right out of her little brain. I then brushed her teeth, cleaned her paws, and washed her face. She was very angry but kissable again.
Annette 
Oh Jeannie you did it again.....tears are running down my face from laughing so hard!
My Misty doesn't have the chance to find mice but let me tell you about the cricket incident that happened here last year.
I walked out in the kitchen and saw a cricket. I went nuts with a capitol N. Well, my hysteria sent the cricket back behind the fridge. So I was on cricket patrol. He never came back out but I told Misty to be take over the head of the patrol. I kep****ching and before long Misty is out here in the living room with something. Here it is the cricket. She found it out here and was playing with it. She likes to play with them...but not sure if she would kill it or not. I would rather not know that.
One morning she found a little water bug by the wall in the bathroom and she started playing with it. I killed it and threw it away and she stood and watched me. I was probably on her **** list that day. But do you know that every time she is in the bathroom she goes to that spot to look to see if another one is there? They never forget...a lot like some people that is out there, ya know? ha ha
Thanks for making me laugh!
It's not what you gather, but what you scatter
that tells what kind of life you have lived.
Jan
