The mouse trap is already made, he is just honing his skills.
We have 2 cats. Bubba, and Buster. Bubba is the senior statesman of the cats. He has been with us longest. Bubba was rescued from the mean streets of Chambersburg, Pa and put up for adoption.
We adopted him.
Bubba spent the first year of his time with us in our basement. He did not like people in any way, shape or form. But he has formed a connection to MLW. And her to him. Bubba does not like being petted. He does like to rub against your feet, and you can tell that he really, REALLY wants to be rubbed and scratched, but something that happened to him early in his life keeps him from those pleasures.
The cats like to hang out in our kitchen during the winter months looking for mice. Yes, occaisionally one of the little buggers gets in our house. And that is when the fun starts. Because Bubba likes to catch mice. In a big way. Bubba will do whatever it takes to get the mouse. And then play with the mouse. Bubba is fierce.
The other night I heard Bubba scrabbling around in the kitchen. And then I heard him growling. Bubba does not growl. I got up, went into the kitchen, and there was not Bubba the abused cat. There was Bubba, Mouse Hunter. And he was growling at me, he did not want me to get his mouse. Especially since he hadn’t shown it to his human yet.
Yes. Bubba wanted to show his kill to MLW. Now doesn’t that bring a smile to your face. Espcially since she was sitting on the couch telling me to get rid of the mouse. That her favorite cat had just killed, and wanted to show her. Because she is his human.
Tell me that that isn’t a messed up way to spend an evening at home.
Namaste.
