There's a mouse in the house

There are mice under the sink, and Tiny's just the one to flush them out. We spotted one in the garbage can (upper right) just the other day.

Going out to the kitchen after supper, we came upon a mousing Tiny. With tail switching, she was crouching in the shape of a meatloaf, "pointing" toward the cabinets under the sink. We opened the doors, and she hurried over, all ears, zeroing in on the storage bins (right, above photo).

Hey, Mousie. Come on out. I've got a surprise for you.

Hearing something, she makes her move, jumping up into the top bin, but no mouse.

Where IS that darned thing?

Tiny's got time, and like a lion, she's got the patience to wait around the "herd" as long as it takes till the prey makes a fatal mistake. Then she'll go for the jugular. We'll check back in the morning.  It could be a bad night to be a mouse.

Next Morning:  She's still there, staring into the cabinet under the sink, but willing to take time out for a Friskies breakfast break.

Update:  Friday Ark's loading, and the flybloggers are giving the catbloggers a run for their money.

Comments

[andophiroxia]

I love cats. I love my cat even though she retched horribly over everything. I still think she's the best kitty in the world.

http://www.catoftheday.com I think Tiny and Baby should go here.

[Sissy Willis]

Thanks for your comments. Good idea.