I Am Alert (but not alarmed)

Mouse Puke

20 February 2008
Filed under Life, Text

At about 1am this morning, Wilson came through the cat door howling the proud howl of a cat who’s brought his owner a present. On hot nights this behaviour is de rigeur; we really should just lock them in or out and save ourselves (and the mice / birds / rats / possums / lizards) the heartache*.

Aaaanyway, I got up to see what he’d dragged in, and found him in the hall batting a small mouse around. Upon seeing me, he panicked - she take the toy! - and started to consume the mouse, beginning with the hindquarters and finishing with the skull. Crunch crunch crunch. Upon finishing the mouse, he then polished off his sister’s largely uneaten, equally appetising fish-mush and, ten minutes later, as I was dozing off once more, jumped onto the foot of the bed and vomited the mouse-parts and fish-mush onto our quite nice Indian bedspread. Delightful.

* I’m not even faintly interested in being told that I should always keep my cats in at night. If you write a comment to that effect, I will delete it. Thank you and good night.