Anyway, Shakespeare found a little field mouse in the house and he was chasing it around when Mom got up to get ready for church. She saw him and tried to get the little mouse. I thought Mom was having too much trouble catching the mouse so I swooped in and picked it up in my mouth and started running…….and growling.
Can I tell you how silly his growl sounds? It’s real quiet and you can barely hear it. Sure wouldn’t frighten off any boogey-dogs!
As I was saying, I had the mouse and Mom was running all over the house chasing me. Then she decided she better start getting ready for church so she wouldn’t be late. About that time her brother came upstairs and she tattled on me and told him that I had a mouse in my mouth. He looked and told her that I was at my food dish eating breakfast. She came and looked at me and asked where I had left the mouse. I just kept chewing. Too bad for us, but lucky for her that she found the mouse and took care of it. She was happy we caught it but she wasn’t happy about the catch me if you can game when she was trying to get ready. Oh well…………we are cats after all!!!