Karl Kat has been persuing the mice in the ante room of the small chicken house. He knew they were under the sheet of plywood, but no matter how patiently he waited, they wouldn't come out where he could catch them. No matter how far he reached into their tunnel, he couldn't reach them. A very frustrating thing when you are a cat!
Today we gave him some assistance and moved the sheet of plywood. Faster than a lawyer gets into your pocket, he grabbed a mouse and took it to the door. I opened the door and he trotted outside with it. He was gingerly playing with it, batting it about and tossing it into the air as cats sadistically do. All this commotion caught the attention of a wandering chicken. The chicken sauntered over to the action and stared at the mouse and the cat. She made a couple of swipes with her beak in the direction of Karl Kat. The cat stared back at the chicken. Evelyne and I stood in the greenhouse and watched the developments. Before Karl Kat saw what was happening, the chicken had the mouse and was heading away with it. I am so sorry I didn't have my camera with me. Karl's expression was priceless. He couldn't believe that chicken STOLE his mouse! He looked at the chicken. He looked at the ground where the mouse SHOULD have been. He sniffed. He looked at the chicken again, as she finally pranced off. I felt sorry for Karl Kat. Never have I seen an animal look so befuddled.
Don't worry, Karl Kat. I'm sure there will be other mice.
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