Monday, April 20, 2009

It's not been a hard winter,


but evidently the kitties think it's been a long one. Our oldest, Laurie, about whom I've written here , here , and here has commandeered the Easter basket- despite being ridiculously too large for it- I guess on the theory that artificial grass is better than no grass.


Today, while sitting at my desk, working on my novel, I saw Laurie pulling plastic grass out of the basket and shoving it over the side of the table. I shifted my seat to see what the heck she was doing, and was able to see she was burying a catnip mouse on the floor below the edge of the table, where someone else had left it. When the mouse was well and truly covered, she jumped down to a chair, then to the floor, and walked right past it and out to the sunroom, presumably for food and/or water. I just shook my head- I've long since given up trying to figure out cats. I returned to my novel.

A little while later I heard the frantic scrabbling of claws, and looked up in time to see Laurie run at full speed back into the living room and leap upon the pile of plastic grass! Little green streamers went flying everywhere as she dug through the pile of grass 'til she "found" the mouse- which she bit in the middle of the back and shook in that patented kitty neck-breaker move. Then she flung the "dead" mouse in the air and rolled upside-down in the "grass".

I don't know how old 14 cat years are to a human... but I hope when I'm that age and senile, I'll be able to make my own fun like she does!





1 comment:

ms. kitty said...

Laurie is a beauty! And she's so cute in her little basket.