Sorry, Jedi...

[jducoeur]

... yes, you're a very cute cat. And I know that sadism towards mice is programmed into your genes. But the combination of your growls at your sister when she tries to play, plus the plaintive squeaks of that poor mouse every time you let it out of your jaws to bat it around, doesn't sit well with Daddy.

Fortunately, Jedi isn't quite smart enough to twig that, when I cover the mouse with a box, then slide cardboard under the box and lift it all up, there is nothing miraculous about the vanishing mouse. They spent the next fifteen minutes sniffing all over, trying to figure out where it had gotten to, while I slipped outside and let the thing escape there. I don't know that its chances are any better outside, but at least I don't have to listen to the intermittent squeaks for an hour as it gets fatally played-with...

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[hugh-mannity.livejournal.com]

Just be glad he's not doing what my Bonington used to do: store them in the bathtub to play with later.

There's nothing that gets the adrenaline going at 3:00am quite like a cat chasing a mouse round a cast iron bathtub.