I just pulled a 'cartoon'

[Jon Bon 43]

Back Story

So my female cat is this 20lb beast of a spayed x-momma cat. She is definitely technically obese, but can easily still jump higher then 4 feet, and is faster then you'd expect, and tough as an ox. I regularly exercise with her by bringing her outside and running around with string tied to a fake mouse, and throwing small pebbles across the lawn and driveway which she chases. Her weight is pretty much staying since they removed her uterus, which is apparently how they spayed a cat, but I bring her out to exercise as often as I can to keep her healthy. She is also an outdoor cat who spends 50%+ of the time there anyhow.

Even though she is massive, and people swear she has been pregnant for 2 years straight, she still catches field mice on a regular basis. Somewhere near 1-3 a week in the spring and summer, 4 blocks from main street in a town with 56k population. She normally catches them, brings them through the window which stays open, and drops them into her box shaped bed, alive, for me to retrieve and release to safety. She then corrals around my legs as I return back in, squawking with caws of pleasure for herself, they are anything but meows. I bust out her wet food, and proceed to give her some. This is a regular routine of ours, and if you look into the history of cats, potentially dates back to England and shop keepers paying reward to local alley cats who would catch pesky mice getting into their wares.

 

The Point of This Thread

So my cat brings a mouse in, and 1/20 times I don't catch it right away and it's temporarily loose in the house. This time in particular I was playing video games and after three separate attempts within 45 minutes or so her and I gave up and let it go. I had last seen it near my bed room door, which has the open window in it, and remember being concerned it had gone in there, which they never have before.

Flash forward 2 hours, I am sitting in my living room and hear *crinkle crinkle crinkle* from the bedroom, my cat looks up from the chair across the room and far from the bedroom door, I raise an eye brow. A few seconds pass, again *crinkle crinkle crinkle*, I get up from my couch which creaks and groans with the over 30 years of life it has had. I listen for the sound, while my cat perks up to hear better as well. Silence, my couch has betrayed my stealth. I enter my bedroom, turn on the light, look around quickly, nothing. Just as I am sitting back down on the couch in my living room, I hear; *crinkle crinkle crinkle* twice as loud as before. Third time is a charm for my cat, as she leaps from the chair and runs into the bedroom and turning the corner to the window before I am back out of my seat. I get up and go into the room and she is pointing like a retriever with her noise at a small cardboard box with crafting supplies in it, and a rolled up pieces of paper with a ping pong paddle face down sticking out of the top on the dresser a foot under the window ledge.

 

I examine the box, left, right, up, down, no mouse. I remove some decorative figurines from in front of the box slowly, no mouse. I slowly pick the box up, and look behind it, no mouse. I think "Aha, i got you now!", lower the box from above my head (because I look under things like a cartoon character), and slowly remove the ping pong paddle and paper from the box and look inside pleased with myself until.... NO MOUSE?!? I put the paper and ping pong paddle back inside the box from my other hand, and return the box to near the ledge. I notice my cat has been watching me the whole time, and she immediately returns to the pointing position at the box after I put it back. I quickly think "What the @#$%?, I just checked there.", and as I go to turn away I double take and (someone probably sees this coming) where is the mouse? Frozen in fear or genius on the top of the handle of the upside down ping pong paddle literally facing me and my cat in perfect motionlessness.

I chuckle at my tired brain, slowly but precisely reach forward and grab it's tail from behind him, and go out my front door to return him to the 'wilderness' he came from.

 

I could just imagine watching this from a video camera. I am there with the box in my hands looking at it and the mouse is blending into the handle. I then hold it over my head to look under it, put it back in front me, remove the thing the mouse is on with my other hand, and end up returning everything back to normal. If it wasn't for Daisy (my cat), I almost definitely wouldn't have seen it. It felt very Tom and Jerry to me.

Hope someone enjoyed my story.

[kellessdee 48]

As soon as you started your story with a cat, I was hooked. I love cats.

 

I definitely pictured it as a cartoon. After hearing all those crinkles not finding a mouse, I probably would have gave up and checked myself into the loony bin, lol. You should make a cartoon, called Jon Bon and Jerry; a cross between Garfield, and Tom and Jerry

 

hehe. If I was a cartoonist I'd draw you a comic strip.

 

Also, it's kind of interesting that your cat catches the mice a live, and brings them to you--are they always alive? Any outdoor cats I had, preferred to bring my family dead things it killed. I know one cat I had, brought us back a bunny it had pretty much skinned alive, and this cat was front declawed. My mom spent all night trying to save the poor thing.

 

Maybe your cat just likes to play with them, and bring them home as friends.

[Ecowolfsteen 14]

Also, it's kind of interesting that your cat catches the mice a live, and brings them to you--are they always alive? Any outdoor cats I had, preferred to bring my family dead things it killed. I know one cat I had, brought us back a bunny it had pretty much skinned alive, and this cat was front declawed. My mom spent all night trying to save the poor thing.

 

Maybe your cat just likes to play with them, and bring them home as friends.

My cats like to paralyze their prey and bring it home. It's interesting.

[Jon Bon 43]

@ kell

Well my dad's cat is raised similar to mine, like a dog, but to the extent his cat travels in a pack with his other dogs. That cat beheads bunnies and eviscerates them spreading their organs about. My cat does kill mice, but I never seen her drop a dead mouse in the house. I only ever find dead mouse, by the bedroom window if its cold and we close it, or if we have been gone for a while. I think she kills them by mistake trying to catch them. We have examined the bodies too, and found no marks most of the time so it's possible she plays with them until they die of fear.

As far as wanting a friend, that is exactly what she is doing. She goes crazy if she doesn't get excise regularly, and I actually had to shave her hair down a bit because she was so hot from the summer. I think that has a lot to do with it too, she spent a few weeks inside 24/7 then I shaved her and she is outside all the time now.

Heh, yeah I definitely need a cartoonist, I have lot's of strip ideas for sure.

 

@Eco

One time I was trying to catch a mouse and it kept dodging me, one of the times it didn't dodge at all, it actually jumped up, turned over and landed on it's back with all it's feet in the air completely motionless. I could have sworn it was playing dead.