It has been a prolific year for mice. Betsy has had one for dinner 3 nights in a row. Last night she was playing with a mole she had caught. The cats don't eat the moles, they only play with them and then abandon them. Carl showed up with half a pack rat a few nights ago. They are great hunters, but still there always seems to be more rodents out there.
Somehow a baby mouse managed to make it into my house. I was unaware of it, but this morning when I let Annabelle and her kittens out of their kennel, Annie was staring intently under the table in the corner. After having seen a rather large, very squashed snake on the road by the mailbox yesterday my initial thought was, "Oh no! If that is another snake I will just die."
She remained motionless for several seconds, then slowly crouched forward. I looked around for something that could be used as a club. She sprang. She came out from under the table with a small tail hanging from her mouth. I watched closely. She cried for her kittens to come to her. And then she dropped the little baby mouse on the floor in front of them. JoJo quickly grasped the situation and grabbed the mouse, snarling and guarding it as he dared his sibling to take it from him.
I went outside to take care of chores and when I returned Samson had the little mouse and was snarling and guarding it as fiercely as his brother had. Samson, however knows what mice are for. Breakfast! There is no more baby mouse.
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