Tuesday, March 23, 2010

My cat is a shitty mouser

Husband: Hon, our cat is a shitty mouser
Me: What makes you say that?
Husband: Well, come and look at this.

I came out into the hall and there, on the stair, was a mouse. FIVE FEET AWAY was the cat....biting his own tail.
I caught the mouse in a glass vase:

My husband held the cat up over the vase. "This is a mouse," he said, "your MORTAL ENEMY." The cat looked innocently up at the ceiling. "You are an obligate carnivore!" my husband insisted. The cat licked his nose.

So disappointing. The mouse was set free in the woods. No mice were harmed, even by my cat, in the making of this blog post.

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