A battle of wills with Tasha
 

Last night, Tasha and I engaged in a battle of wills. She wanted to eat
her freshly caught mouse in the comfort of a warm house, I want to take
it away from her. She tried to sneak it in four times in 30 minutes,
without succeeding and promptly went back outside. On the fifth occasion
I won, sadly the mouse wasn't so fortunate. If you want to see a picture
of Tasha...

http://www.flickr.com/photos/96111650@N07/11423836165/

--
Nik Simpson

A battle of wills with Tasha
 

"Nik Simpson" wrote in message
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Last night, Tasha and I engaged in a battle of wills. She wanted to eat
her freshly caught mouse in the comfort of a warm house, I want to take it
away from her. She tried to sneak it in four times in 30 minutes, without
succeeding and promptly went back outside. On the fifth occasion I won,
sadly the mouse wasn't so fortunate. If you want to see a picture of
Tasha...

http://www.flickr.com/photos/96111650@N07/11423836165/

--

I allow Boyfie to eat his freshly caught mice in the house.
No reason not to, there's never any mess. OTOH, if he gets a collared dove,
that's an outside job because of the feathers, he plucks them, eats them,
and leaves the wings and tail. Even though he brings them back to eat in
comfort, not in my house..

Tweed

A battle of wills with Tasha
 

On 12/17/2013 4:00 PM, Christina Websell wrote:

I allow Boyfie to eat his freshly caught mice in the house.
No reason not to, there's never any mess. OTOH, if he gets a collared dove,
that's an outside job because of the feathers, he plucks them, eats them,
and leaves the wings and tail. Even though he brings them back to eat in
comfort, not in my house..

Tweed


Trouble is she operates a catch-n-release scheme which has led to mice
living in the house ;-)

--
Nik Simpson

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On Tue, 17 Dec 2013 13:48:43 -0600, Nik Simpson
wrote:
Last night, Tasha and I engaged in a battle of wills. She wanted to eat
her freshly caught mouse in the comfort of a warm house, I want to take
it away from her. She tried to sneak it in four times in 30 minutes,
without succeeding and promptly went back outside. On the fifth occasion
I won, sadly the mouse wasn't so fortunate. If you want to see a picture
of Tasha...

http://www.flickr.com/photos/96111650@N07/11423836165/

She's a beauty! And look at her grooming her claws like wild beastie.

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"Christina Websell" wrote in message
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"Nik Simpson" wrote in message
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Last night, Tasha and I engaged in a battle of wills. She wanted to eat
her freshly caught mouse in the comfort of a warm house, I want to take
it away from her. She tried to sneak it in four times in 30 minutes,
without succeeding and promptly went back outside. On the fifth occasion
I won, sadly the mouse wasn't so fortunate. If you want to see a picture
of Tasha...

http://www.flickr.com/photos/96111650@N07/11423836165/

--

I allow Boyfie to eat his freshly caught mice in the house.
No reason not to, there's never any mess. OTOH, if he gets a collared
dove, that's an outside job because of the feathers, he plucks them, eats
them, and leaves the wings and tail. Even though he brings them back to
eat in comfort, not in my house..

Tweed

You're lucky about the mice. Lindy (RB) used to eviscerate them and leave a
bloody mess. I know what you mean about the birds, though.

Joy

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Christina Websell wrote:

"Nik Simpson" wrote in message

Last night, Tasha and I engaged in a battle of wills. She wanted to eat
her freshly caught mouse in the comfort of a warm house, I want to take it
away from her. She tried to sneak it in four times in 30 minutes, without
succeeding and promptly went back outside. On the fifth occasion I won,
sadly the mouse wasn't so fortunate. If you want to see a picture of
Tasha...

http://www.flickr.com/photos/96111650@N07/11423836165/

I allow Boyfie to eat his freshly caught mice in the house.
No reason not to, there's never any mess. OTOH, if he gets a collared dove,
that's an outside job because of the feathers, he plucks them, eats them,
and leaves the wings and tail. Even though he brings them back to eat in
comfort, not in my house..

I certainly understand not wanting live mice running around the house (or
in the case where Smudge brought a live mouse in, it ran behind the couch
and died there, and I didn't find it for a few weeks). But I don't have a
strong need to rescue the mice, cute as they are. Cats have been catching,
killing and eating rodents for longer than human beings have been in
existence. Who am I to mess with that? If a cat seemed to be torturing the
mouse as a game, then I would probably try to rescue it, but I haven't had
to deal with that (so far!).

It probably wasn't just comfort she was after, by bringing the mouse
inside. I think cats have an instinct to bring their catch into their
cave or other hiding place, where other predators would be less likely to
try to take it away from them. Oh, the irony - she brings the kill to the
safety of home, only to have her human take it away from her. And you're
not even in competition with her for the prey! :)

Tasha is very colorful, sleek and pretty. And her eyes look really wild
in some of the shots.

--
Joyce

A clean house is a sign of a broken computer.

A battle of wills with Tasha
 

On Tuesday, December 17, 2013 2:48:43 PM UTC-5, Nik Simpson wrote:
Last night, Tasha and I engaged in a battle of wills. She wanted to eat

her freshly caught mouse in the comfort of a warm house, I want to take

it away from her. She tried to sneak it in four times in 30 minutes,

without succeeding and promptly went back outside. On the fifth occasion

I won, sadly the mouse wasn't so fortunate. If you want to see a picture

of Tasha...



http://www.flickr.com/photos/96111650@N07/11423836165/



--

Nik Simpson

I was just going down the memory lane of past Christmases the other day.
Recalled the Christmas I house and cat sat for a friend in exchange for
staying in her house during the Christmas break when my college dorm
was closed. On Christmas Eve I came into the house from work to find
Abbey playing with a half dead field mice in the living room.
She probably caught it from the backyard.
Never forget that Christmas surprise. -- Winnie

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On Wed, 18 Dec 2013 01:50:56 +0000 (UTC), Bastette
wrote:

Christina Websell wrote:

"Nik Simpson" wrote in message

Last night, Tasha and I engaged in a battle of wills. She wanted to eat
her freshly caught mouse in the comfort of a warm house, I want to take it
away from her. She tried to sneak it in four times in 30 minutes, without
succeeding and promptly went back outside. On the fifth occasion I won,
sadly the mouse wasn't so fortunate. If you want to see a picture of
Tasha...

http://www.flickr.com/photos/96111650@N07/11423836165/

I allow Boyfie to eat his freshly caught mice in the house.
No reason not to, there's never any mess. OTOH, if he gets a collared dove,
that's an outside job because of the feathers, he plucks them, eats them,
and leaves the wings and tail. Even though he brings them back to eat in
comfort, not in my house..

I certainly understand not wanting live mice running around the house (or
in the case where Smudge brought a live mouse in, it ran behind the couch
and died there, and I didn't find it for a few weeks). But I don't have a
strong need to rescue the mice, cute as they are. Cats have been catching,
killing and eating rodents for longer than human beings have been in
existence. Who am I to mess with that? If a cat seemed to be torturing the
mouse as a game, then I would probably try to rescue it, but I haven't had
to deal with that (so far!).

It probably wasn't just comfort she was after, by bringing the mouse
inside. I think cats have an instinct to bring their catch into their
cave or other hiding place, where other predators would be less likely to
try to take it away from them. Oh, the irony - she brings the kill to the
safety of home, only to have her human take it away from her. And you're
not even in competition with her for the prey! :)

Tasha is very colorful, sleek and pretty. And her eyes look really wild
in some of the shots.


While I understand that mice are pretty much prey animals, I hate to
see them killed by my cats. Same with birds, I rescue them as well.
Luckily there aren't too many incidents.

And that is one beautiful cat.

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"Nik Simpson" wrote in message
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On 12/17/2013 4:00 PM, Christina Websell wrote:

I allow Boyfie to eat his freshly caught mice in the house.
No reason not to, there's never any mess. OTOH, if he gets a collared
dove,
that's an outside job because of the feathers, he plucks them, eats them,
and leaves the wings and tail. Even though he brings them back to eat in
comfort, not in my house..

Tweed


Trouble is she operates a catch-n-release scheme which has led to mice
living in the house ;-)

--
Ah, she hasn't been taught the "killing bite" Boyfie was useless at it at
first, used to catch and release mice and baby rats in the house. KFC told
him "this is what you do, crunch on the neck"
Worked.
Boyfie would have died without KFC. She hated other cats in her garden but
she allowed him in, hence Kitty's Boyfriend. She led him to the house, he
was a young boycat starving and lost with his hormones. But he was very
afraid to come inside

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On 12/19/2013 2:06 PM, Christina Websell wrote:
"Nik Simpson" wrote in message
...
On 12/17/2013 4:00 PM, Christina Websell wrote:

I allow Boyfie to eat his freshly caught mice in the house.
No reason not to, there's never any mess. OTOH, if he gets a collared
dove,
that's an outside job because of the feathers, he plucks them, eats them,
and leaves the wings and tail. Even though he brings them back to eat in
comfort, not in my house..

Tweed


Trouble is she operates a catch-n-release scheme which has led to mice
living in the house ;-)

--
Ah, she hasn't been taught the "killing bite" Boyfie was useless at it at
first, used to catch and release mice and baby rats in the house.

Oh no, she can kill them when she wants to, she just likes to save them
for a rainy day sometimes ;-)

--
Nik Simpson

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On 12/19/2013 5:18 PM, Nik Simpson wrote:
On 12/19/2013 2:06 PM, Christina Websell wrote:
"Nik Simpson" wrote in message
...
On 12/17/2013 4:00 PM, Christina Websell wrote:

I allow Boyfie to eat his freshly caught mice in the house.
No reason not to, there's never any mess. OTOH, if he gets a collared
dove,
that's an outside job because of the feathers, he plucks them, eats
them,
and leaves the wings and tail. Even though he brings them back to
eat in
comfort, not in my house..

Tweed


Trouble is she operates a catch-n-release scheme which has led to mice
living in the house ;-)

--
Ah, she hasn't been taught the "killing bite" Boyfie was useless at
it at
first, used to catch and release mice and baby rats in the house.

Oh no, she can kill them when she wants to, she just likes to save them
for a rainy day sometimes ;-)

--
Nik Simpson

Fortunately I haven't had any mice in my house in a long time. I
guarantee you Persia wouldn't know what to do with them. She wasn't
taught how to hunt by a mother cat and not by any other cat, either.

I certainly don't want a mouse infestation in my house. So I'm glad she
doesn't get a chance to bring them inside.

Jill

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"Nik Simpson" wrote in message
...
On 12/19/2013 2:06 PM, Christina Websell wrote:
"Nik Simpson" wrote in message
...
On 12/17/2013 4:00 PM, Christina Websell wrote:

I allow Boyfie to eat his freshly caught mice in the house.
No reason not to, there's never any mess. OTOH, if he gets a collared
dove,
that's an outside job because of the feathers, he plucks them, eats
them,
and leaves the wings and tail. Even though he brings them back to eat
in
comfort, not in my house..

Tweed


Trouble is she operates a catch-n-release scheme which has led to mice
living in the house ;-)

--
Ah, she hasn't been taught the "killing bite" Boyfie was useless at it
at
first, used to catch and release mice and baby rats in the house.

Oh no, she can kill them when she wants to, she just likes to save them
for a rainy day sometimes ;-)

--
Nik Simpson

That's the way Lindy was. She liked to play with her food, and always
brought it inside so it would have a harder time escaping. I used to keep a
"critter box" handy - a shoe box which I used to try to rescue whatever she
brought it. Most of the birds flew away when I released them. Often the
rodents didn't make it.

Joy

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On 12/19/2013 5:13 PM, Joy wrote:


That's the way Lindy was. She liked to play with her food, and always
brought it inside so it would have a harder time escaping. I used to keep a
"critter box" handy - a shoe box which I used to try to rescue whatever she
brought it. Most of the birds flew away when I released them. Often the
rodents didn't make it.

Joy

My suspicions were confirmed last week when I returned from a business
trip. When I'm out of town, the cat door is closed and the cats are
confined to quarters, yet somehow, there was dead mouse in the kitchen.
The cats all denied any knowledge of how it got there ;-)

--
Nik Simpson

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On 12/20/2013 10:51 AM, Nik Simpson wrote:
On 12/19/2013 5:13 PM, Joy wrote:


That's the way Lindy was. She liked to play with her food, and always
brought it inside so it would have a harder time escaping. I used to
keep a
"critter box" handy - a shoe box which I used to try to rescue
whatever she
brought it. Most of the birds flew away when I released them. Often the
rodents didn't make it.

Joy

My suspicions were confirmed last week when I returned from a business
trip. When I'm out of town, the cat door is closed and the cats are
confined to quarters, yet somehow, there was dead mouse in the kitchen.
The cats all denied any knowledge of how it got there ;-)

--
Nik Simpson

I've only ever had a mouse in the house once since Persia came to live
with me. When we lived in Tennessee, I used to feed her in the entryway
right next to the kitchen. Her food was stored in the kitchen pantry.
One morning she started to walk into the kitchen, then stopped in her
tracks. There was a dead mouse on the floor. Honestly, she had nothing
to do with it. It just died. She refused to go into the room until I
disposed of it. :)

Mice have their ways of getting in. Fortunately it's not (so far) been
a problem here in South Carolina.

Jill

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On Fri, 20 Dec 2013 11:43:41 -0500, jmcquown
wrote:

On 12/20/2013 10:51 AM, Nik Simpson wrote:
On 12/19/2013 5:13 PM, Joy wrote:


That's the way Lindy was. She liked to play with her food, and always
brought it inside so it would have a harder time escaping. I used to
keep a
"critter box" handy - a shoe box which I used to try to rescue
whatever she
brought it. Most of the birds flew away when I released them. Often the
rodents didn't make it.

Joy

My suspicions were confirmed last week when I returned from a business
trip. When I'm out of town, the cat door is closed and the cats are
confined to quarters, yet somehow, there was dead mouse in the kitchen.
The cats all denied any knowledge of how it got there ;-)

--
Nik Simpson

I've only ever had a mouse in the house once since Persia came to live
with me. When we lived in Tennessee, I used to feed her in the entryway
right next to the kitchen. Her food was stored in the kitchen pantry.
One morning she started to walk into the kitchen, then stopped in her
tracks. There was a dead mouse on the floor. Honestly, she had nothing
to do with it. It just died. She refused to go into the room until I
disposed of it. :)

Mice have their ways of getting in. Fortunately it's not (so far) been
a problem here in South Carolina.

Jill

I guess some of them must get old enough to die of old age.

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On 12/20/2013 1:31 PM, dgk wrote:
On Fri, 20 Dec 2013 11:43:41 -0500, jmcquown
wrote:

On 12/20/2013 10:51 AM, Nik Simpson wrote:
On 12/19/2013 5:13 PM, Joy wrote:


That's the way Lindy was. She liked to play with her food, and always
brought it inside so it would have a harder time escaping. I used to
keep a
"critter box" handy - a shoe box which I used to try to rescue
whatever she
brought it. Most of the birds flew away when I released them. Often the
rodents didn't make it.

Joy

My suspicions were confirmed last week when I returned from a business
trip. When I'm out of town, the cat door is closed and the cats are
confined to quarters, yet somehow, there was dead mouse in the kitchen.
The cats all denied any knowledge of how it got there ;-)

--
Nik Simpson

I've only ever had a mouse in the house once since Persia came to live
with me. When we lived in Tennessee, I used to feed her in the entryway
right next to the kitchen. Her food was stored in the kitchen pantry.
One morning she started to walk into the kitchen, then stopped in her
tracks. There was a dead mouse on the floor. Honestly, she had nothing
to do with it. It just died. She refused to go into the room until I
disposed of it. :)

Mice have their ways of getting in. Fortunately it's not (so far) been
a problem here in South Carolina.

Jill

I guess some of them must get old enough to die of old age.

It got cold in West TN, so I guess it came in (somehow) to seek warmth.
And just died.

Jill

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"jmcquown" wrote in message
...
On 12/20/2013 10:51 AM, Nik Simpson wrote:
On 12/19/2013 5:13 PM, Joy wrote:


That's the way Lindy was. She liked to play with her food, and always
brought it inside so it would have a harder time escaping. I used to
keep a
"critter box" handy - a shoe box which I used to try to rescue
whatever she
brought it. Most of the birds flew away when I released them. Often
the
rodents didn't make it.

Joy

My suspicions were confirmed last week when I returned from a business
trip. When I'm out of town, the cat door is closed and the cats are
confined to quarters, yet somehow, there was dead mouse in the kitchen.
The cats all denied any knowledge of how it got there ;-)

--
Nik Simpson

I've only ever had a mouse in the house once since Persia came to live
with me. When we lived in Tennessee, I used to feed her in the entryway
right next to the kitchen. Her food was stored in the kitchen pantry. One
morning she started to walk into the kitchen, then stopped in her tracks.
There was a dead mouse on the floor. Honestly, she had nothing to do with
it. It just died. She refused to go into the room until I disposed of
it. :)

Mice have their ways of getting in. Fortunately it's not (so far) been a
problem here in South Carolina.

Jill

That reminds me of the first time Tawny (RB) saw a mouse. He was fairly
young at the time, and we'd only had him a couple of months. A mouse ran
across the kitchen floor, so one of us got him and set him down where he
could see it, thinking he would dispatch it for us. He took one look,
turned and ran.

Joy

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"I've only ever had a mouse in the house once since Persia came to live
with me. When we lived in Tennessee, I used to feed her in the entryway
right next to the kitchen. Her food was stored in the kitchen pantry.
One morning she started to walk into the kitchen, then stopped in her
tracks. There was a dead mouse on the floor. Honestly, she had nothing
to do with it. It just died. She refused to go into the room until I
disposed of it. :)

Mice have their ways of getting in. Fortunately it's not (so far) been
a problem here in South Carolina.


I guess some of them must get old enough to die of old age.

Not here, they don't. No mice in the house unless he brings one in for my
breakfast.
Living on the edge of countryside, woodmice would sometimes come in. Daisy
whippet would alert me. "Mouse in the house" and then she'd catch it.
Whippets are good at mousing.

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On 12/20/2013 10:43 AM, jmcquown wrote:
On 12/20/2013 10:51 AM, Nik Simpson wrote:


I've only ever had a mouse in the house once since Persia came to live
with me. When we lived in Tennessee, I used to feed her in the entryway
right next to the kitchen. Her food was stored in the kitchen pantry.
One morning she started to walk into the kitchen, then stopped in her
tracks. There was a dead mouse on the floor. Honestly, she had nothing
to do with it. It just died. She refused to go into the room until I
disposed of it. :)

Mice have their ways of getting in. Fortunately it's not (so far) been
a problem here in South Carolina.

Jill
This one definitely didn't die of natural causes, my three cats are all
very good at catching mice, they just don't always bother to kill them
immediately.

--
Nik Simpson

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jmcquown wrote:

On 12/20/2013 1:31 PM, dgk wrote:
On Fri, 20 Dec 2013 11:43:41 -0500, jmcquown
wrote:

On 12/20/2013 10:51 AM, Nik Simpson wrote:
On 12/19/2013 5:13 PM, Joy wrote:


That's the way Lindy was. She liked to play with her food, and always
brought it inside so it would have a harder time escaping. I used to
keep a
"critter box" handy - a shoe box which I used to try to rescue
whatever she
brought it. Most of the birds flew away when I released them. Often the
rodents didn't make it.

Joy

My suspicions were confirmed last week when I returned from a business
trip. When I'm out of town, the cat door is closed and the cats are
confined to quarters, yet somehow, there was dead mouse in the kitchen.
The cats all denied any knowledge of how it got there ;-)

--
Nik Simpson

I've only ever had a mouse in the house once since Persia came to live
with me. When we lived in Tennessee, I used to feed her in the entryway
right next to the kitchen. Her food was stored in the kitchen pantry.
One morning she started to walk into the kitchen, then stopped in her
tracks. There was a dead mouse on the floor. Honestly, she had nothing
to do with it. It just died. She refused to go into the room until I
disposed of it. :)

Mice have their ways of getting in. Fortunately it's not (so far) been
a problem here in South Carolina.

Jill

I guess some of them must get old enough to die of old age.

It got cold in West TN, so I guess it came in (somehow) to seek warmth.
And just died.

Or could it have been poisoned? If a neighbor is having trouble with mice,
maybe they put down poison in their house.

--
Joyce

Whenever you feel anger, you should say, "May I be free of this
anger!" This rarely works, but talking to yourself in public will
encourage others to leave you alone.

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That reminds me of the first time Tawny (RB) saw a mouse. He was fairly
young at the time, and we'd only had him a couple of months. A mouse ran
across the kitchen floor, so one of us got him and set him down where he
could see it, thinking he would dispatch it for us. He took one look,
turned and ran.

Marion once had a mouse in her flat that had got cats figured out. It
would wait until the cat was doing its thing in the litter box and then
stroll across the room in front of it, almost doing a "nyaah-nyaah-na-
naah-naah" while the cat glared at it in frustration.

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"Nik Simpson" wrote in message
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On 12/19/2013 2:06 PM, Christina Websell wrote:
"Nik Simpson" wrote in message
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On 12/17/2013 4:00 PM, Christina Websell wrote:

I allow Boyfie to eat his freshly caught mice in the house.
No reason not to, there's never any mess. OTOH, if he gets a collared
dove,
that's an outside job because of the feathers, he plucks them, eats
them,
and leaves the wings and tail. Even though he brings them back to eat
in
comfort, not in my house..

Tweed


Trouble is she operates a catch-n-release scheme which has led to mice
living in the house ;-)

--
Ah, she hasn't been taught the "killing bite" Boyfie was useless at it
at
first, used to catch and release mice and baby rats in the house.

Oh no, she can kill them when she wants to, she just likes to save them
for a rainy day sometimes ;-)

LOL! Check her mouth when she wants in, but you should know by her mowling
noise that she has prey.
Boyfie always kills his prey before it gets to the house now phew but when
he was younger that was not always the case. He used to rush home with what
he'd caught and a few times he released a young rat or mouse alive which
immediately legged it under the freezer.
He doesn't do it now. He does bring his prey back to me but it is deceased.
I would like to program him not to catch birds, but I can't. He's 11 now so
only the birdies who can't take off from the ground in time to get up high
enough to avoid him are likely to to be caught, this is mainly pigeon-type
birds like collared doves. Boyfie can still spring 4 feet into the air
after them and he is often faster than they can take off.

It's not like I want him to do it, but he's a cat and *he* wants to do it.

Tweed

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"Joy" wrote in message
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"Nik Simpson" wrote in message
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On 12/19/2013 2:06 PM, Christina Websell wrote:
"Nik Simpson" wrote in message
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On 12/17/2013 4:00 PM, Christina Websell wrote:

I allow Boyfie to eat his freshly caught mice in the house.
No reason not to, there's never any mess. OTOH, if he gets a collared
dove,
that's an outside job because of the feathers, he plucks them, eats
them,
and leaves the wings and tail. Even though he brings them back to eat
in
comfort, not in my house..

Tweed


Trouble is she operates a catch-n-release scheme which has led to mice
living in the house ;-)

--
Ah, she hasn't been taught the "killing bite" Boyfie was useless at it
at
first, used to catch and release mice and baby rats in the house.

Oh no, she can kill them when she wants to, she just likes to save them
for a rainy day sometimes ;-)

--
Nik Simpson

That's the way Lindy was. She liked to play with her food, and always
brought it inside so it would have a harder time escaping. I used to keep
a "critter box" handy - a shoe box which I used to try to rescue whatever
she brought it. Most of the birds flew away when I released them. Often
the rodents didn't make it.

Joy


Once upon a time, when Boyfie was KFC's apprentice, he used to rush home
with his catch, alive and release it. Now, nothing makes it here alive. He
still brings it back, but it is well deceased. Not so often now, he can't
be bothered, unless it's up for a Darwin award and doesn't get out of his
way when he's strolling through the garden on his way back from his
constitutional walk round his place.
He is not an active hunter now as such but he still catches mice and
collared doves. Collared doves cannot take off from the ground quickly
enough to avoid him. He can still spring into the air after them.
I should take them from him and make a stew or soup. All pigeons make
brilliant soup, and a woodpigeon breast is lovely to eat. Unfortunately
Boyfie thinks woodpigeons are "just too big" for him to catch. Dammit..

Tweed

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Jack Campin wrote:

That reminds me of the first time Tawny (RB) saw a mouse. He was fairly
young at the time, and we'd only had him a couple of months. A mouse ran
across the kitchen floor, so one of us got him and set him down where he
could see it, thinking he would dispatch it for us. He took one look,
turned and ran.

Marion once had a mouse in her flat that had got cats figured out. It
would wait until the cat was doing its thing in the litter box and then
stroll across the room in front of it, almost doing a "nyaah-nyaah-na-
naah-naah" while the cat glared at it in frustration.

That mouse obviously watched a lot of Tom and Jerry cartoons.

--
Joyce

Loneliness is comforted by the closeness and touch of fur to fur,
skin to skin, or -- skin to fur. -- Paul Gallico