Went to give lunch to a litter of Bisou's half siblings yesterday, while their owner took a well-deserved break. On the kitchen counter were copious instructions, and also a note saying that Zen, the cat, had released a live field mouse in the house earlier that day.
Following instructions, I carried the four puppies one by one to their outdoor pen, cleaned their indoor pen, and made lunch. Then I carried the puppies in, one at a time, to eat, starting with the single female pup who, like her half-sister who lives at my house, acted like she hadn't seen food in a week.
I was on the second or third puppy when I felt something warm and soft on my foot. I looked down, and there was Zen's mouse, sitting on my bare toe, watching the puppy eat. I bent down to get a closer look, but the mouse scurried under the fridge. He made a few more sorties while I finished up, but kept his distance.
I'm going to feed the puppies again today. Maybe I'll get lucky, and Zen's mouse will still be there.
a zen mouse, indeed. he sounds quite calm.
ReplyDeleteI think he may have been traumatized by his encounter with Zen.
ReplyDeleteI hate it when they lose their mice in the house. You were so calm! As used as I am to prey in the house — alive, dead, in pieces — I probably would've freaked. But this would make a wonderful story for a children's book. Especially with your wonderful illustrations.
ReplyDeleteAndree, oddly enough, if a large moth, like a Luna moth, had landed on my toe, I would have run screaming out of the room, but I'm quite tolerant of mice (in moderation).
ReplyDeletethat's a sweet story!
ReplyDeleteGlad you like it, caf. Unfortunately, the Zen mouse was no longer there on my next visit.
ReplyDeleteIt would make a wonderful children's story!
ReplyDeleteAdorable! (Though I'd have probably squeaked.)
ReplyDeleteJan, I'd have to change the ending, though. The mouse died the next day....
ReplyDeleteAt least she had her moment with you.
ReplyDeleteIt was brief, but memorable.
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