I was awakened this morning, half an hour before my alarm clock was due to ring, by a high-pitched squeaky noise, such as a small animal in pain might make. Like, for example, a mouse being tormented by a cat. Then Lilu came trotting in with a mouse in her mouth and dropped it on my bedroom floor. I, thinking it was already dead or nearly so, said “Lilu get out of here with that thing!” (I’m not very diplomatic when you wake me up suddenly.) She immediately picked it up and trotted out of my bedroom.
Cool. A cat that obeys fairly complex commands. Except that less than a minute later she was back. With the mouse. Which she started smacking around, and it squeaked again, which meant it was still alive. Ig.
So I leaped out of bed, and Lilu, who has extensive experience of me taking her suffering toys away from her (for the past few days it’s been earthworms), picked up the mouse and bolted for the living room. The location of the only carpet we have. The fairly expensive carpet that Georg gave us but even so, I don’t want mouse guts on it. Now, to be fair, I did try to honor her huntress nature, as DrBob says we should (frankly, I was happier when the mighty huntress was out subduing acorns, but whatever) – I opened the patio door and told her to take her toy outside. But no, she was happy where she was. She flopped down and rolled over on the poor mouse.
So argh, I picked her up, sans mouse, tossed her out onto the glassed-in patio and shut the outer door so she couldn’t escape, dropped a plastic bowl over the mouse and eased it onto a magazine (I try not to touch Nature if I can possibly avoid it). The mouse actually seemed pretty okay – paralyzed with fear, but not noticeably bleeding or broken. I did manage to get it out to the driveway, but the magazine was thin and the mouse jostled the bowl aside, slid off the magazine and landed on the pavement from a height of about four feet. I stayed outside (barefoot. March.) long enough to make sure it could hobble all the way into the shrubbery and then went in and released Lilu from her prison.
Not my favorite way to wake up, is all I’m saying.
Song du jour of the day: Good Morning, by Debbie Reynolds, Donald O’Connor and Gene Kelly.