The morning started out like any ordinary morning. I wanted to exercise, write in my journal and make phone calls. The morning changed very quickly when I walked into the bathroom. There was my fluffy three and a half year old black cat Misha staring at the potted plant that was sitting on a shelf. I called to her. Nothing. I called her again and she looked at me for a split second, and then returned to gazing at the wall. “Okay you want to spend your time staring at the wall and whatever bug that has captured ALL of your attention (my assumption). FINE.
CAT IN A TRANCE
Frankly I didn’t know what it was that had Misha in such a trance-like state. If she moved closer to the pot or decided to jump on it, she might knock it over, spilling dirt all over the FLOOR. You know who would have to clean it up don’ you? Dreading that possibility, I picked up the plant along with the plastic bag under it to move it somewhere. The cat walked out of the bathroom, and I looked down at what I was holding in my hands, and there in the fold of the plastic was a very cute little mouse. It looked in my direction. I was hooked. I was torn. How could I let my cat kill this creature? Who was I to interfere with nature? I was guilt ridden, and tried to help the little critter escape out the bathroom window to no avail. The little one ran away from me, and hid behind the toilet. I couldn’t make a decision. So, I walked out of the bathroom and closed the door. There was my cat staring at me and looking at the door. I opened it slightly and telepathically told the little mouse to run for its life.
MOUSE OUTSMARTS TWO CATS
I couldn’t bear to watch so I walked into another room to distract myself by reading emails. Within a few minutes Misha and and her one year old companion Lina came running into the room. I saw a mouse tail and looked away. The two cats stopped, and looked in and around and under at a canvass bag and some papers that were near it on the floor. They finally gave up and went outside. I assumed that the mouse was dead. Could it really outsmart two cats? I kept reading and was hoping that I wouldn’t find a dead critter somewhere.
About twenty minutes later I decided that I would empty the bag contents. I knew that there was a rag that needed tossing. I put my hand into the bag to grab the rag. As I lifted the rag from the bag, I saw the mouse. It moved! It was alive! How many lives did this mouse have? I immediately took the bag outside and turned the bag on its side so that the mouse could escape. It ran off and down the side of the porch just as the two cats came up to the steps to come into the house!! Neither cat saw the mouse!
Misha came inside the house and went into the bathroom and stared at potted plant for a very long time.
Long live the CRITTER!!!