Oh, boy, mama has gone round the bend. For more than a week now there has been evidence (don’t ask!) that a rodent of some kind has taken up residence in our cave, eating the cardboard boxes containing olives that papa gave mama for her birthday—about a gazillion olives for martinis, cooking, bread, you name it. He/she does not eat through the jars of olives. That’s some consolation.
BUT…do I care about mice or rats? Do I chase them out of the house, playing with them cruelly for some time before the kill? Not this kitty, honey! Frankly, a rat does not attract me, unfortunately for mama and papa, just as birdies do not cause my little heart to go pitty-pat, and so mama has resorted to her own solution:
That’s mama coming out of the cave in her kitty mask after having tried to scare the bejesus out of that rat. She even let out a nice rendition of “Myow”, but you know what? There were no rats in there anyway because I saw them all leave when a guy came with a little box that had something good to eat in it and said that they’d take a bite and skedaddle.
Well, they did. But I think she’s leaving the mask behind for a couple of days just to be sure.
Either that, or she’s gonna make ME wear it!!! I’m outta here…
Can I hide in here???
