Rupert has started to worry about their fitness to be country cats!
They are saving it to play with later....either that or it's bribed them..or has magical powers over cats...or (all excuses used by our 5 when a mouse trotted out to say hi....actually I think they bring them in ..release them and wait for our reaction)
I think it may be time to put them all on diets...somebody will get hungry enough to ferret out that mouse...
They're havin' a larf aren't they?
Bless 'em ! Stop feeding them for a while, that should concentrate their little minds!
Mine were never very adept at that, either. They preferred to play with mice under the dining room table.
Patience Mama ... patience ... this is all part of their (our) sick & twisted game. The wait. That poor mouse is a goner unless you get to he or she first.xo les tres patient cats of Black Street
Find it quick. You'll get less for the house with a sitting tenant.
Heavens! They're not going to kill it . That's your job . You're the biggest , after all .
Aw, but that little mousie looks so sweet in your picture. I think your cats probably thought so too.
But it was a present for you! :o)
You need a Jack Russell! We used humane traps last year and then released them a good few miles away, but Frankie caught three unfortunate ones who didn't make it into the Mars Bar oasis of the trap.
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