Now you are probably wondering, hey, what about your two cats? Shouldn’t they be earning their keep by catching the mice? Shouldn’t they, indeed. It turns out that whereas Plum and Posy will interestedly sit in front of the hole by the side of the stove which the mice use to enter the kitchen, they will only do so until it is time for them to nap elsewhere. And it is time for them to nap elsewhere most of the time.
I’m not being completely fair to Plum, who did start knocking all and sundry off the counter late one night in an effort to keep the mouse from reaching our bowl of pears. And then he did alert Sean when the mouse had gone into the humane trap. So he is trying, somewhat. And also in Plum’s defense, we give him his meds at night, so it is hard for him to stay all vengeancy when the clomicalm is making him happy. I’m not sure what Posy’s excuse is, except that while the mouse is out and about, Posy is usually upstairs with me, purring and giving me a nice cuddle.
Meanwhile, Owen has started calling both cats Posy (or “Popey”) and it bothers me more than it should. I keep telling him, when he calls Plum Popey, that the big gray one is Plum! Popey’s the little cream one who is always sneezing. But so far to no avail.