So last night Momma was sittin' at her pooter workin' on a writing project, Marilyn was snoozin' on the JVC, and me and Brainball and Dorydoo were runnin' in a thundering Kitty Elephant Herd. Alla those things are real typickal around here.
But when Momma heard "SQUEAKIE SQUEAKIE SQUEAKIE" from the baffroom, she and Daddy came runnin' to see what me and Brainball and Dorydoo were into... or onto!
Turned out I'd caught a mousie. That mousie must not have been furry smart, comin' into a house with four kitties! I took him into the baffroom to play with him (the baffroom's where I kill Evil Coffee Stirrers, too), and Brainball and Dorydoo were helpin' me out. We were all in the bafftub playin' with the mousie, we were real ecksited. There was so much ruckus that we woke up Marilyn, and she jumped down off the JVC to see what was goin' on.
But when Momma and Daddy got into the baffroom, Daddy tried to take the mousie from us!
Well, I wasn't havin' none of that. I got that mousie in my mouth and run offt with him to the kitchen. Then I started playin' with him again and batted him under the fridgerator thingie. I couldn't get him after that, but Daddy was able to reach the mousie's tail just barely, and he got hold of him and pulled him out. Then Daddy took the mousie outside (the mousie was still alive -- the beans got involved quickly). DAGNABBIT!!!! Why'd he hafta take my mousie?!
Sheesh.
I don't know why Momma and Daddy wouldn't let me eat the mousie. But they nefur, efur, efur fuss at any of uskitties when we catch a critter. They praise us for bein' Mighty Hunters. It makes us feel so good.
So even though I didn't get to eat the mousie, I did get to catch one and play with him a little, and here I am lookin' mighty satisfied with myself.
Ariel, next time we get togethur, we'll hafta hunt mousies!
