Tubby used to be the Great Black Hunter (as compared to the Great White Hunter ). My mom lives in the country, with an old barn at the bottom of the hill, a woods behind and to the side of the house, and fields all around that. So it seems every fall and winter we'd get mice in the house. Just cute little field mice so they weren't scary.

bisi.cat writes "But sometimes the mousies manage to escape and then Nellie would wait patiently in front of the spot...seconds pass...then minutes...but after a while she's fed up with waiting and she goes away for some more mice hunting..."

Well, Tubby wouldn't get fed up. He'd sit and wait for days to see if the mouse would come out again. Sometimes the only way we knew there was a mouse around was if we noticed Tubby staring at the heater or cupboard for a few days in a row.

Here he is keeping an eye on the mousie.

They often got away because he would get bored with them and wouldn't attack until they moved. Some of them were smart and would just lay there until they got their breath back, then bolt real quick and they were gone.

And here he is staring in the cupboard. My mom would leave the door open for him. Also, notice the mouse trap. Thankfully Tubby never bothered that.


I always felt sorry for the mouse and tried to keep Tubby away, but my mom didn't like that because she thought Tubby would hurt the mouse so bad that it would hide in the heater pipes and die, then smell the whole house up. But that never happened. I know Tubby misses his mouse hunting days.