The Mighty Huntress strikes again

Waffles missing many fangs, has only one eye and one of her back legs is
held together by means of a metal rod in it. Despite this, she is sprightly,
fit, *knows* she is the superior being, and is queen of all she surveys.

This morning she earned her keep. She told me she wished to go out into the
garden by standing at the door and saying, "Mee Owt!" So I opened the door
to let her out. About twenty minutes later I hear a feline accented,
"Mowwwwmm", so I went to open the door. I was greeted by the sight of the
mighty huntress with a mole firmly clamped in her jaws. Still warm but
definitely of the end of tunnel variety. As moles are the bane of my life,
as they render the surface of my lawn something resembling what NASA could
fake moon landings on, I am heartily pleased with Waffles this morning. She
has dined on fine homecooked ham as her reward. She is purring and so am I.
My weak ankle thanks her for her diligence.

Cheers, helen s

--

you may need to remove dependence
on fame & fortune from organisation
to get correct email address
~Noodliness is Good~

wafflycat wrote:
Waffles missing many fangs, has only one eye and one of her back legs
is held together by means of a metal rod in it. Despite this, she is
sprightly, fit, *knows* she is the superior being, and is queen of
all she surveys.

This morning she earned her keep. She told me she wished to go out
into the garden by standing at the door and saying, "Mee Owt!" So I
opened the door to let her out. About twenty minutes later I hear a
feline accented, "Mowwwwmm", so I went to open the door. I was
greeted by the sight of the mighty huntress with a mole firmly
clamped in her jaws. Still warm but definitely of the end of tunnel
variety. As moles are the bane of my life, as they render the surface
of my lawn something resembling what NASA could fake moon landings
on, I am heartily pleased with Waffles this morning. She has dined on
fine homecooked ham as her reward. She is purring and so am I. My
weak ankle thanks her for her diligence.

Cheers, helen s

How old is Waffles now? I realise she's not in the first flush of youth,
I've been reading your posts about her for nearly a decade.
--
Adrian (Owned by Snoopy and Bagheera)
A House is not a home, without a cat.
http://community.webshots.com/user/clowderuk

On Sun, 15 Jan 2006 09:51:52 +0000 (UTC), "wafflycat"
wrote:



Waffles missing many fangs, has only one eye and one of her back legs is
held together by means of a metal rod in it. Despite this, she is sprightly,
fit, *knows* she is the superior being, and is queen of all she surveys.

This morning she earned her keep. She told me she wished to go out into the
garden by standing at the door and saying, "Mee Owt!" So I opened the door
to let her out. About twenty minutes later I hear a feline accented,
"Mowwwwmm", so I went to open the door. I was greeted by the sight of the
mighty huntress with a mole firmly clamped in her jaws. Still warm but
definitely of the end of tunnel variety. As moles are the bane of my life,
as they render the surface of my lawn something resembling what NASA could
fake moon landings on, I am heartily pleased with Waffles this morning. She
has dined on fine homecooked ham as her reward. She is purring and so am I.
My weak ankle thanks her for her diligence.

Cheers, helen s

A kitty who is such an expert huntress should be passing her skills on
to others. Would Waffles consider an on-line class on hunting? My
crew could use some pointers on this topic.

--Kim and the CRC

wafflycat wrote:


Waffles missing many fangs, has only one eye and one of her back legs is
held together by means of a metal rod in it. Despite this, she is
sprightly, fit, *knows* she is the superior being, and is queen of all
she surveys.

This morning she earned her keep. She told me she wished to go out into
the garden by standing at the door and saying, "Mee Owt!" So I opened
the door to let her out. About twenty minutes later I hear a feline
accented, "Mowwwwmm", so I went to open the door. I was greeted by the
sight of the mighty huntress with a mole firmly clamped in her jaws.
Still warm but definitely of the end of tunnel variety. As moles are the
bane of my life, as they render the surface of my lawn something
resembling what NASA could fake moon landings on, I am heartily pleased
with Waffles this morning. She has dined on fine homecooked ham as her
reward. She is purring and so am I. My weak ankle thanks her for her
diligence.

Glad to hear the Empress is still going strong.

--
Marina, Miranda and Caliban. In loving memory of Frank and Nikki.
marina (dot) kurten (at) iki (dot) fi
Stories and pics at http://koti.welho.com/mkurten/
Pics at http://uk.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/frankiennikki/
and http://community.webshots.com/user/frankiennikki

On Sun, 15 Jan 2006 09:51:52 +0000 (UTC), "wafflycat"
wrote:



Waffles missing many fangs, has only one eye and one of her back legs is
held together by means of a metal rod in it. Despite this, she is sprightly,
fit, *knows* she is the superior being, and is queen of all she surveys.

This morning she earned her keep. She told me she wished to go out into the
garden by standing at the door and saying, "Mee Owt!" So I opened the door
to let her out. About twenty minutes later I hear a feline accented,
"Mowwwwmm", so I went to open the door. I was greeted by the sight of the
mighty huntress with a mole firmly clamped in her jaws. Still warm but
definitely of the end of tunnel variety. As moles are the bane of my life,
as they render the surface of my lawn something resembling what NASA could
fake moon landings on, I am heartily pleased with Waffles this morning. She
has dined on fine homecooked ham as her reward. She is purring and so am I.
My weak ankle thanks her for her diligence.

Out of my dozen cats, only Dandy has shown any skill at killing moles.
Much to my annoyance, he seems to have given it up. The parts of my
(very large) yard that I actually use are currently so broken up with
mole tunnels that it is very difficult to walk around - a trip to the
burn pile or shed is so difficult that I am reluctant to go there even
when necessary. Maybe I could borrow Waffles?

I do plan to go over the area with the heavy roller behind the tractor
- probably Monday, if I can get the tractor tires to hold air.

--
T.E.D. )

wafflycat skrev i meddelandet ...


Waffles missing many fangs, has only one eye and one of her back legs is
held together by means of a metal rod in it. Despite this, she is
sprightly,
fit, *knows* she is the superior being, and is queen of all she surveys.

This morning she earned her keep. She told me she wished to go out into the
garden by standing at the door and saying, "Mee Owt!" So I opened the door
to let her out. About twenty minutes later I hear a feline accented,
"Mowwwwmm", so I went to open the door. I was greeted by the sight of the
mighty huntress with a mole firmly clamped in her jaws. Still warm but
definitely of the end of tunnel variety. As moles are the bane of my life,
as they render the surface of my lawn something resembling what NASA could
fake moon landings on, I am heartily pleased with Waffles this morning. She
has dined on fine homecooked ham as her reward. She is purring and so am I.
My weak ankle thanks her for her diligence.

Cheers, helen s

It takes great skill for a cat to catch a mole. Good old Waffles!
Elisabet

This morning she earned her keep. She told me she wished to go out into the
garden by standing at the door and saying, "Mee Owt!" So I opened the door
to let her out. About twenty minutes later I hear a feline accented,
"Mowwwwmm", so I went to open the door. I was greeted by the sight of the
mighty huntress with a mole firmly clamped in her jaws. Still warm but
definitely of the end of tunnel variety. As moles are the bane of my life,
as they render the surface of my lawn something resembling what NASA could
fake moon landings on, I am heartily pleased with Waffles this morning. She
has dined on fine homecooked ham as her reward. She is purring and so am I.
My weak ankle thanks her for her diligence.

Amelia, the only one of my six who has ever caught a gopher, sends her
congratulations.

Dan M wrote:
This morning she earned her keep. She told me she wished to go out into the
garden by standing at the door and saying, "Mee Owt!" So I opened the door
to let her out. About twenty minutes later I hear a feline accented,
"Mowwwwmm", so I went to open the door. I was greeted by the sight of the
mighty huntress with a mole firmly clamped in her jaws. Still warm but
definitely of the end of tunnel variety. As moles are the bane of my life,
as they render the surface of my lawn something resembling what NASA could
fake moon landings on, I am heartily pleased with Waffles this morning. She
has dined on fine homecooked ham as her reward. She is purring and so am I.
My weak ankle thanks her for her diligence.

Amelia, the only one of my six who has ever caught a gopher, sends her
congratulations.

Gophers aren't easy to catch/kill. The cat has to be careful it doesn't
get injured itself. They fight back.

Sherry