Take cat, nourish well with milk, and tender meat, make it a couch of silk, But let it see a mouse along the wall, and it abandons milk and meat and all. - Geoffrey Chaucer.
Derby found another invading mousie last week. Mum was on the talking machine and Derby came up from the dungeon and let it go. It ranned around a bit and then mum smacked it with shoe to kill it.
Before she tossed it outside she let me sniff at it. I haven't seen real mousies afore coming here.
About our last post on our sizes between Derby and me. Here is another shot of the two of us eating.
I am two years old and full grown. I weigh 7.5 pounds which is OK for my smaller frame. Derby is probably 2 inches taller than me, wider and longer too. Bigger framed, he is about 15.5 pounds so just over twice my weight.
I gotted my boy bits taken off when I was only two months, so mum thinks that maybe I didn't growed big because I never got much boy juice flowing through my body and/or that I just came from a bunch of smaller framed kitties.
I don't want to get as big as Derby, that would mean my belly would be dragging on the ground and lots of extra weight on my little bones. I will stay the size I am now, I am a lean, agile kittie. I can run and jump better than Derby too, so he can't alway catch me.
We had a bit to watch the fevvers outside over the weekend. We caught Mrs Oriole coming over to get some of the jelly we put out for them. The won't be around much longer they will be moving south again soon.
On Sunday morning when we got up the whole feeder was on the ground, the raccoon family was over to clean it out overnight. Mum had to pick all of the stuff up, clean it, refill and put it out again.