The cats suspect that there’s a mouse
I think at first, a catnip toy…
The black cat sees the toy and grins…
And bats a mouse that rolls, then runs… then rolls again… and then
they run
Behind a chair… The cat appears… and there’s the mouse,
He has it hanging from his mouth,
He puts it down… he has it pinned…
And then I see it run again.
I’m kind of sorry for the mouse, but after, all this is our house,
And cats see mice as natural prey. They really should just stay away
And learn to cope with life outside. But since it pressed its luck
within,
I’m rooting for our cat to win.
Another chase, another pin… completely still…is this the end?
Well, no… he lets it go again.
The mouse heads for the cellar door, there’s safety on the basement floor
A blocking move! As good as dead? Another joke…the mouse has
fled.
The cats give chase, but that’s the end. The mouse is hiding out again.
I notice that no blood’s been shed. Perhaps because the cat’s well fed,
The claws that tear cat toys to shreds have not appeared to slash his
prey.
I guess that’s for another day, the drama here was just some play,
But now the traps are on the way.
I watched this show last January. I actually tried to rescue the mouse and get it outside, although this probably would not have helped the mouse all that much. In any case, it escaped that day, although not for long.
