The Mommy here.
So, last Wednesday night I was
goofing off crocheting relaxing on the sofa when suddenly there arose such a clatter...no wait...wrong story...try this again...all of a sudden a Cat Conga line danced indoors through the cat flap from the Catio and converged on the rug. Since the gang had been glued to one corner of the Catio for most of the afternoon I knew this was gonna be good...and it was!
Somekitty (CC, I assume--he's a prolific hunter) had caught themselves a small skittery creature and thought that *maybe* they might get some much needed alone time indoors to better enjoy their small furry guest. Alas, their hope was in vain...rodent hockey ensued with Rupert as the victor making tracks through the cat flap with the crowd thundering back out to the Catio and me right behind brandishing my phone.
Where I found the second period of hockey happening.
Note: This is where innumerable small guests have
perished been entertained so I didn't have great hopes for the latest one.
Naturally I got video:
or click HERE.
Rupert then tired of the litter-box action and moved the venue to the carpet...
...where he re-attracted the crowd.*
And then...THE MOUSIE GOT AWAY!!!!!
There was the tiniest aperture of escape during the final period of Rodent Hockey, and Mousie raced to the goal and freedom.
I live with ELEBENTY cats, and they can't dispatch ONE mouse? It's totally embarrassing! On the bright side, I didn't have to clean up any regurgitated rodentia...
XX The Mommy XX
*Please note how Johnson has no clue what's going on--that boy is special, bless his heart*