Pray tell, fat cat, sprawled on my bed, what is that scritch, scritch, scratching I hear in the attic, overhead? Do you think that maybe… do you think you might… get up to investigate before we run plum out of night? Or is that too much bother, with your belly so round? Is it easier to ignore such a mouselike sound? And wait for me to get up and in a huff say, “Crap! Don’t worry yourself! I’ll go set a trap!”
Yep, that pretty much sums it up.
ReplyDeleteUnless of course, they are bringing you gifts - then they are still alive and wriggling
Cute ... I see the cat owns you ... :)
ReplyDeleteLol....Oliver cat brings mice in.....alive and kicking.
ReplyDeleteThey do indeed own us :)
~Jo
My cat is the same way
ReplyDeleteOh, those lazy, laid back moggies! As soon as my cat sees that I'm back with bags of shopping, he expects to find something in it for him!
ReplyDeleteThings have quieted down upstairs, so either Baker has dealt with the squatters, or they're good and settled in and quietly hibernating.
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