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.