*The title of this post is taken from the song “And the Mouse Police Never Sleeps” from Jethro Tull’s album “Heavy Horses“.
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*The title of this post is taken from the song “And the Mouse Police Never Sleeps” from Jethro Tull’s album “Heavy Horses“.
What a good mouser! Makes me miss my kitty Gidjet, except she wouldn’t eat them. She just wanted to bring for me to eat. Yuk! LOL!
I hate it when she brings mice into the house.
i have a critter’s police ard the house too!
It doesn’t look like much get past them.
Oh, what great ‘photos! It looks like your house is well-guarded : ).
Yes, well sometimes she catches things and brings them inside alive to play with them and they get away – and they’re running round the house!
sap that I am, I feel a little sorry for the mouse, but it is so much fun watch a kitty hunt.
not so much fun if they bring you the kill.
I feel sorry for them too!
Ah, cat’s. You know, if I’d only seen the first one I would have thought he/she had found the nicest part in the garden to take a break!
Happy WW!
aww, poor mouse!
Do you hire her out?
She’s too unreliable!! And she’s getting very old!
We don’t have a cat although we do have a bobcat that occasionally visits, looking not for mice but birds and packrats. We have seen it crouch and attack, but never be successful, which just amazes me! They are so graceful and quick!
I’d have thought a bobcat would be even better at hunting than a cat! She has caught birds and rabbits too – horrible creature.
Crunch, crunch.
Yuk!
Too cute!!
The Mouse Police: A children’s story
Mouse police —- she is lovely! I must admit I agree I hate trophies brought into the house.
Most of the cats I have lived with over the past 28 years have been useless hunters but I used to have a sort-of Maine Coon called Hercules (or Herk the Berk when he used to jump onto a windowledge at high speed and sail off the other end taking everything with him because he had furry paws) who had the habit of catching mice and then leaving their headless corpses just outside the back door. I’m afraid that I ended up putting them in the bin because there were just too many too often to bury them all!
the only time he brought a live one into the house, it had either the sense or the luck to dive into my son’s shoebag that was on the floor when Hercules looked away for a second, and I managed to get it outside without him noticing!