So I've been hanging around Minneapolis for the last couple of months -- checking the place out, seeing how things work out. I'm originally from St. Cloud, yes you can say it -- a damn farm cat! Not exactly from a farm, but I wasn't living in Paris either. I saw a lot of mice and I can tell you they weren't wearing berets.
Anyway here I am in Minneapolis and last night it was prime cat time -- around 2 a.m. -- and I was having a ball batting my pretend mouse around upstairs. I had quite forgotten the weightier issues of the day and I was just enjoying myself, batting around that mouse totally involved in the pounce, the whack across the room, slide, pounce, whack -- oh the simple joy of it all.
All of a sudden the light flashes on. My pupils shrink to pin size. My new person is upset. Something about needing to sleep, getting up in the morning. The new person wants to know what all the racket is about. Then she spots my mouse.
I can tell you I'm a smart cat. Why my old people even took the time to write that down on the papers they signed when they gave me away. Yes, Muffy is intelligent. Muffy, can you imagine? That's what they used to call me. Anyway I'm intelligent and I could see the thoughts running through the new person's head. "Smuf is making a racket with the mouse, if I get rid of the mouse, I'll be able to sleep" and then heartlessly she picked up my mouse and threw it down the stairs.
I meowed a plaintive sad whine, I cried. Why did she have to do that? I was enjoying myself so much. Now my mouse was gone. I just want you all to know how horrible I felt at that moment. How selfish of that person! To take my happiness away like that. I cried for several minutes.
But the new person. I don't know what her feelings were. She turned off the light and managed to go back to sleep -- just like that.
But I'll get back at her. I was able to find my mouse even in the darkness. I picked it up with my teeth and carried it back upstairs. It's waiting for me to play with whenever I want.
- Posted by Smuf at 06:10 PM