Tag: hunting

“I’ve been robbed!”

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I’ve gotten pretty good at understanding Henry. A certain kind of miaou can get me out of bed faster than I thought I was capable of. It means: “I am a great hunter! I am THE great hunter! Come and see!”

Of late, most of the mice Henry brings in are dead and I praise him and clear away the mess (usually by calling my husband). But occasionally they are not. This either means we have a living mouse in the house for a few days or we have a dead, rotting mouse in our house in a few days.

This time I was fast enough. Henry carried his playfood to the bathroom where it hid under the scale. I grabbed an old box which normally houses cleaning stuff and dumped it over the little rodent. While looking for a stiff piece of plastic or something to slide under the box I grabbed my camera, obviously.

No mouse was harmed this day. Henry, however, is confused. He inspects the bathroom ever so often. I guess the smell lingers on.

the trills of having a cat

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To be clear: there is no h missing in the header.

I am amazed at the noises Henry is capable of.  He has always been quite vocal, much more so than any other cat I have owned, but I find it very intriguing  how he tells me that he has brought a new plaything in the house – be it four or six legged.  He is trilling and chirping, warbling and twittering in a very distinctive way which puts me immediatly in alert mode.

Which reminds me: the mouse is still in the house.  Apparently.  I haven’t seen it and the only indication that it is still there is Henry sitting in front of the kitchen skirting.  It’s a waiting game.

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living with a mouse

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Henry has also brought home his first mouse.  Unfortunately, the mouse was cleverer than he expected because it hit successfully in a flower pot.  I don’t remember who lost interest first, Henry or me, but it was 2 am and I went to bed.

When my husband found the mouse cowering behind an orchid in the morning, he tried to take it outside (the whole flower pot) but mousey jumped and ran behind the living room cupboard.  Henry followed – we had no idea that he could even get behind the cupboard – and appeared again in the CD rack.  Mousey stayed hidden.

I bought a live trap but have so far been unable to set it up.  Hence, we had another night of living with a mouse.  I came into the living room this morning to find two pot plants lying on the floor and a cat mesmerized by the kitchen skirting.

On the upside we now know that there is no rotting mouse corpse somewhere in the flat.

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two birds with one cat

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I’ve held back this information but Henry has moved up in the hunters’ world.   Last week he brought home two birds (not at the same time).  I praised him profusely, distracted him with a cat treat, and scooped up the birds.  Each one was unharmed, if badly shaken.  They were both juvenile sparrows.

I placed them outside in a safe place and while Henry was being distracted inside, they recovered their spunk and flew off.  I hope they learned their lesson.

Mhm… coming to think of it, they kinda looked alike.  … I hope it wasn’t the same bird on both days.  Because that would mean: I suck as a teacher.

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