It had not been light for long when I caught my first mouse of the day. I thought to share it with Her, so took it home. But She said "Thank you very much, but I have already had breakfat". Then She asked if I did not feel ashamed of myself killing such a young mouse?
I did not. The younger they are the more juicy and tender, the faster they run, the harder the game.
And this one was sweet. And after feasting I made a nest in the grass, where the rose petals fall, warm, sheltered from wind, and rested.
It was a good mouse.
6 comments:
Silly human! That mouse did not look too young to me! Ernest and I are glad you enjoyed it. We do not get any mice in our apartment here, so we must live vicariously through you.
I don't mind them catching mice and eating outside, what I do object to is when they catch them at night and bring them onto your bed and crunch away!!!!!!
Oh Maurice, that was a good morning of mousing. I am pleased you got to enjoy your mouse, and share the photos with everyone about a good mouse day.
I never tasted a mouse before. It looks very delicious.
Oh we just love that last picture of you in the grass with rose petals!
I am loving your posts. Gotta be a cat lover to appreciate these!
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