The Mouse Trap
Snickers here. I love toys. I don't care that I'm not a kitten anymore; I still love my toys. My catnip stuffed mouse is my favorite toy. I actually have three of them. Even after I rip their insides out (hee hee!!!), I hide them so the people won’t throw them out. I think the mom thinks that I put them in certain places to get my kicks, but that’s NOT true. (I would NEVER do such a thing–really.) For instance, the other day, she went to get something out from under her bed and then SCREAMED! Then she was yelling something about a mouse and that “stupid cat” (couldn’t have been ME--had to have been that other yellow thing that lives here). I looked and saw that she had found one of my hiding places. Rats!! Oh, I mean MICE!!
The other day I had one of the mice in the kitchen. The mom saw it and then jumped straight up into the air. I must admit that it was pretty cool to see her jump like that; I didn’t know she had it in her. (She’ll never leap like I do, but it was a good start.) She yelled something about it looking real and how she’s tired of being surprised.
As usual, I do NOT get it.
It’ll be interesting when she finds the third one…HA HA!!! I mean…really, I don’t do it on purpose…