Only until the next meal time.KC5AV wrote:I'm sure the cats were a little wary of you after that, too.
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- Mon Mar 09, 2009 3:37 pm
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Re: Finally got him......
- Mon Mar 09, 2009 12:18 pm
- Forum: Hunting Photos
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Re: Finally got him......
Heh.
One night a couple Novembers ago, I woke up late at night hearing my wife yelling and screaming about something. I got my pistol, and wearing only my tactical boxer shorts headed for the living room. I found out my wife was yelling at the cats, who had caught a mouse. Problem was the main predator cat, the 15lb male, would drop the mouse from his jaws and watch it run off, then all the cats (three) would chase it some more until big boy would wrestle it away from the other cats, carry it around in his mouth, then let it go and watch it run off again. My wife does not like mice and wanted the mouse GONE. She finds them too icky to deal with herself, so I put down the gun, picked up a dustpan as the nearest somewhat lethal but non ballistic weapon, and the cats and I began chasing the mouse again, all over the living room and behind the furniture. I swatted the cats a couple or three times with the dust pan since we would all leap for the mouse at the same time -- and then the mouse disappeared. None of us could find it, so I guess he finally headed out whatever little hole he came in through. I expect he needed psychological counseling after being chased by three cats and a madman in boxer shorts waving a dust pan...
One night a couple Novembers ago, I woke up late at night hearing my wife yelling and screaming about something. I got my pistol, and wearing only my tactical boxer shorts headed for the living room. I found out my wife was yelling at the cats, who had caught a mouse. Problem was the main predator cat, the 15lb male, would drop the mouse from his jaws and watch it run off, then all the cats (three) would chase it some more until big boy would wrestle it away from the other cats, carry it around in his mouth, then let it go and watch it run off again. My wife does not like mice and wanted the mouse GONE. She finds them too icky to deal with herself, so I put down the gun, picked up a dustpan as the nearest somewhat lethal but non ballistic weapon, and the cats and I began chasing the mouse again, all over the living room and behind the furniture. I swatted the cats a couple or three times with the dust pan since we would all leap for the mouse at the same time -- and then the mouse disappeared. None of us could find it, so I guess he finally headed out whatever little hole he came in through. I expect he needed psychological counseling after being chased by three cats and a madman in boxer shorts waving a dust pan...