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elfie_chanToday, Loki caught his first mouse. We're not sure when he killed it, but it had to have been between midnight last night and around eight o'clock this morning. Here's how it happened:
Last night, Alex found a mouse hiding in our bedroom behind the gas stove. He enlisted my help in re-finding and capturing the furry invader. I caught a glimpse of a tiny, brown bolt of lightning, but then it vanished. After repeatedly hauling a very-confused Loki into the room to perform his natural mousing function, we gave up and went to bed. Loki remained confused, as he saw no prey and had no idea what we were gibbering about. He did, however, find a box and sit in it.
This morning, I noticed that Loki was spending a lot of time "guarding" the library door. I petted him and, other than his unusual location, he didn't seem upset or ill in any way, so I left him alone. I settled in the living room to check my e-mail, only to hear Alex shout, "Good Loki!"
"What happened?" I demanded.
"I found the mouse!" Alex called back. "Loki killed it." I never saw the mouse again. Alex kindly disposed of it, informing me that Loki had nibbled it, but not eviscerated it. This pleases me. It's nice to have a tidy cat. I bless Loki for keeping his catch in the library and not proudly displaying it on my pillow this morning.
Loki also displayed his cute-cat-in-boxes talent today to the utmost. First, he sat in a box. He fit very well in this box. Alex looked upon the box and laughed, and I didn't understand why. Alex explained by lifting a much smaller box out of the original box. Loki had crammed himself into a small box that happened to be inside the larger one, and he looked irritated that Alex was lifting him up in the air. He likes tiny boxes. I think he's fond of the fur compression factor.
Further cuteness in boxes was displayed when Loki found a box that was actually too small for him to fit into. He put all four of his paws in, sat down, flopped over, and then wound up tumbling out of the box entirely as the box tipped over. He looked offended, tried again, and repeated his maneuver. When we giggled, he put his paws in again, looked at us in triumph, and then wandered off to wash.
Last night, Alex found a mouse hiding in our bedroom behind the gas stove. He enlisted my help in re-finding and capturing the furry invader. I caught a glimpse of a tiny, brown bolt of lightning, but then it vanished. After repeatedly hauling a very-confused Loki into the room to perform his natural mousing function, we gave up and went to bed. Loki remained confused, as he saw no prey and had no idea what we were gibbering about. He did, however, find a box and sit in it.
This morning, I noticed that Loki was spending a lot of time "guarding" the library door. I petted him and, other than his unusual location, he didn't seem upset or ill in any way, so I left him alone. I settled in the living room to check my e-mail, only to hear Alex shout, "Good Loki!"
"What happened?" I demanded.
"I found the mouse!" Alex called back. "Loki killed it." I never saw the mouse again. Alex kindly disposed of it, informing me that Loki had nibbled it, but not eviscerated it. This pleases me. It's nice to have a tidy cat. I bless Loki for keeping his catch in the library and not proudly displaying it on my pillow this morning.
Loki also displayed his cute-cat-in-boxes talent today to the utmost. First, he sat in a box. He fit very well in this box. Alex looked upon the box and laughed, and I didn't understand why. Alex explained by lifting a much smaller box out of the original box. Loki had crammed himself into a small box that happened to be inside the larger one, and he looked irritated that Alex was lifting him up in the air. He likes tiny boxes. I think he's fond of the fur compression factor.
Further cuteness in boxes was displayed when Loki found a box that was actually too small for him to fit into. He put all four of his paws in, sat down, flopped over, and then wound up tumbling out of the box entirely as the box tipped over. He looked offended, tried again, and repeated his maneuver. When we giggled, he put his paws in again, looked at us in triumph, and then wandered off to wash.
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Date: 2005-08-30 12:06 pm (UTC)Huzzah for Loki the might hunter! Pickle has yet to turn her skills to rodents, but she has caught and eaten many a moth.
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Date: 2005-08-31 04:23 pm (UTC)Moths are excellent, and Pickle is a mighty hunter. Loki doesn't eat bugs; he mainly bats at them until they stop moving, then waits until they start again, then bats at them some more. I'm so glad he caught the mouse--I really didn't want to find it in my pantry or something.
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Date: 2005-08-31 02:31 am (UTC)*chuckles* Loki is as silly a kitty as Pippin is. The infatuation with tiny boxes amazes me.
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Date: 2005-08-31 04:24 pm (UTC)Pippin is also obsessed with tiny boxes?
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Date: 2005-08-31 11:31 pm (UTC)Yeah, might want to check the house, see if there's any way for them to come in? I don't see how though, given that you've just had your walls stucco'ed again.