Ritz is an indoor only cat...but living in the country we do get the occasional field mouse that wanders into the house. The fortunately few and far between occurrences do bring out the "beast" in Ritz. She becomes a totally focused 'mouse machine', however I have to say she wouldn't garner a spot on Wild Kingdom.
You see, Miz Ritz has never had to eat anything but kibble, which is on regular supply at the kitty lunch counter. So, said mouse is really little more than, well, a really neat self-motorized play toy.
I was in the downstairs bathroom and heard this massive scrambling and bumping noise outside the door(what happens when a 15 pound cat runs headlong through the legs of various pieces of kitchen furniture, bumping into most of the legs and often knocking them seveal inches off center), followed by incessant squeaking......I opened the door just in time to see something fly by the opening and WHAM bounced off the closed door to the dining room.....I thought it was one of Ritzy's fake mousies, but when it landed, still on it's back, this poor little brown-backed white-tummied mouse with the look of sheer terror on its face, panting like an out of shape runner.
Ritz would pick it up in her mouth, but the minute the little mouse "wiggled" she would spit it out(ptoooey, my fake mice don't wiggle mom, what's the deal?!!), pick it up in her two front paws and "fling' it in the air....
We generally take the mousie's side at some point, find a way to capture Mr Mousie and release back outside where it is free from the torture of the "Tuxedoed Tormenter"....
This is followed by a 24 hour vigil - Ritz going to the places she originally saw the mouse and engage in a "stare down" that rivals the best obsessive-compulsive on the planet!
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