Hey Phil, and you let dem dair mice play with your computer sometimes?
Legend has it that on Monday 11/5/2007 10:32 PM, Phil Scovell said:
>Today, speaking of cats, a little cat Sandy has had for several
>years, named Amy, was horsing around, sort of speak in my office.
>She rarely comes up into the living room because of our dogs always
>chasing her so she hangs out in my office, or in our basement, and
>whenever I am praying with someone, or listening to the radio or a
>talking book in a smaller room behind my main office space, Amy is
>on my lap. She is not a very frisky cat but is more of a lap dog,
>or lap cat in this case, and she is afraid of almost everybody
>except for Sandy and me and sometimes Gretchen. Anyhow, today Amy
>was jumping around. Once in a blue moon, she'll get really happy
>and play around but not often but today seemed to be one of those
>days. When our grand kids came home from school, they were outside
>my office playing but Amy was making so much noise jumping around, I
>stopped typing, got down on the floor near my guitar case in the
>corner where Amy was, and tried to figure out what she was
>doing. Gretchen has cats but she keeps them in her apartment in our
>basement. Often, however, Andrew comes up, one of Gretchen's cats,
>and he and Amy don't get along. He is twice her size, too. Anyhow,
>I figured Amy was acting funny because the boys had run downstairs
>after school and probably let Andrew out. So, the boys come into
>my office and are talking and one of them says, "Hey. There's
>Andrew. Get him so we can take him and put him back in the
>basement." As they are trying to catch Andrew, he doesn't like
>being caught and put downstairs, Taylor said, "Hey. Look
>Anthony. What does he have. He is chasing something." I stopped
>what I was doing and knew immediately what had been going on this
>afternoon in my office. Andrew had a mouse. The boys tried
>catching him but Andrew tore off down the steps into the basement to
>hide with his toy. I called my 12 year old grandson, told him to
>find Andrew because Andrew often goes into my grandson's bedroom. I
>told him Andrew had a mouse. All the boys went running downstairs
>and a couple of minutes later, little Everett, came upstairs with
>the dead, yes it was dead, mouse. He took it out to the
>trash. There is an empty field next to my office and mice
>occasionally try coming in this time of year to get warm or to
>find something to eat. I asked little Everett later if it looked
>like the mouse was dead or did he look chewed up a little. He
>said, "Yeh, grandpa, they had chewed him up pretty good." I've seen
>cats do that as a kid when I was growing up. They'd catch a mouse
>and after it was dead, probably more from fright than anything else,
>the cats would carry it around and play with it like it was their
>own pet or something, haw. We had an old cat who lived outside and
>she had a bunch of kittens all the time. One day my dad looked outside and
>saw our cat with a mouse in the backyard. She had her kittens all around
>her watching. She would let the mouse go in front of them, allow it to run
>a few feet, and then go and jump on it and bring it back. She was teaching
>her kittens to hunt. And you thought there was no God.
>
>Phil.
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