Thursday, July 17, 2008
The surprise from my garden
Thinking my cat had finally caught himself a fledgling bird on it's first flight from our homemade bird house I ran outside to capture then return the chickadee. How astonished was I to discover that it was instead a young mouse, thick with cat drool and positively beside himself with fright. Now what was I to do? I couldn't let my cat down him in one gulp (as he was probably full of worms or other such fowl crawlies) so I scooped him into my water glass where he calmly peered out and over the rim with sweet disposition and a doe-eyed blinkless stare as any mouse should give it's captor when being rescued.
Depositing him in our woodpile, sure to infest our garage in the days to come with other cute faced, (probably disease ridden) wee little ones I gave myself over to laughter. My cat, not having seen me take his prize, spent the next couple of hours amusing himself by the garden - waiting for the elusive mouse's return!