Sleepy....but good Simon!

Last night Simon kept us up for a while chasing a mouse around upstairs. Suddenly there was this clatter of running cat feet, which continued on and off for an hour or two. We're not actually sure he killed this one because we didn't find it yet, (I'm a little afraid I'll step on it sometime) but he did certainly seem to terrorize it. (It could also be heard running around and squeaking in terror!)

Yet another benefit of having a cat in an old house.....don't need to buy mousetraps! He's happy to chase them around and kill them. (Well, actually, I think he likes them better alive because they're better toys that way, but one poor mouse can only stand so much....)

Of course, Simon could still use a few lessons in the art of mouse-hunting. For example, the other night he found what is probably a mouse hole in the wall, since it's big enough and he was pawing at it and meowing plaintively, which means he could probably smell something. He was quite determined to wait there until a mouse came out. However, it seems to me that it would work much better if he wouldn't sit right in front of the hole.

Mouse child: Mom, can we go out and play?
Mouse mom: Let's see, oh look! There's a big, ferocious predator right outside the hole! It looks like a great time to go out!
Mouse children: Hurray! Big ferocious predator! Let's go!

Well, you get the point....