Thursday, June 15, 2006

Bouncer.

We're in bed, I'm very carefully not listening to the pouncing out in the corridor when Sean turns to me and says
"I did the bird, I think you might need to do the rat."

I proceeded around the house on the lookout for Moab and his latest victim when they came hurtling over my foot. After a few pounces of my own I got a yoghurt pot over the mouse. I posted it out the cat flap and locked Moab in.

Perhaps we should let Moab get fatter and more complacent again. This newly effective hunting is inconvenient.

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