Just a Little Field Mouse (Encore)

The cats are loving the warmer weather and getting back outside and into the rodent killing mode. Another BIG pack rat bit the dust last night (no boo-hoo there). Patches caught a little field mouse and decided as a Grandmother that her daughter wasn't doing a good job of teaching her off-spring to hunt. She came to the door crying to be let in (not an uncommon event; they think I have nothing better to do than play doorman). Unfortunately, I didn't notice she had a tail hanging out of her mouth as she entered. No problem, it undoubtedly is dead. She dropped it on the floor for Ditto and it took off, as did my sister Evelyne who does not do well with rodents of any kind-indoors or out. The mouse ran under a table and hid. Ditto walked around the table a couple of times, couldn't find it, grabbed his little fake catnip mouse and ran off into the kitchen with his prize. We probably should have called him Dodo instead of Ditto. Not to worry however, as Blockhead is watching as the scene unfolds. He knows where the mouse went and goes after it. All the while I am trying to find an implement with which to kill it so it can be removed from the house and Evelyne is already out the door. Ditto sees Blockhead playing with it and having so much fun he has to check it out. He races in, grabs it from Blockhead's grasp, firmly clenches it in his teeth and growls his warning that it is HIS. I pick him up, put him and the rodent out the door, Evelyne comes back in the door and life goes on as usual. This is such a fun place to live.