Some how, my most neurotic and phobia-ridden feline is the most proficient at hunting and slaying the little cheese munchers that plague our laundry room and backyard (and attempt to invade the house). Zoey has successfully caught (and killed) four mice (that I know of) whereas Dren has not caught one, and the only mouse Jenks caught he accidentally set loose in the house (and became Z's second kill). Ever the sweet Big Sister she did once take it upon herself to teach Jenks Mouse Extermination 101 by catching one, and dropping it in front of him to finish off. Sadly, my special boy did not pass the class and while he was an enthusiastic student, he still somehow managed to bungle the lesson. He apparently (I am guessing) also thought that Mommy could help him with his homework. He hopped up on the couch where I was sitting and dropped what I thought was the dead mouse onto my lap. Just as I was about to congratulate him, the thing pulled a zombie impression on me by suddenly scurrying up the front of my shirt and attempting to burry itself in my bosom.
Now, let me be clear on something here: I am not afraid of mice, nor am I very squeamish when it comes to these creatures most call "vermin". Growing up I have had several pet rats and a few mice. That said, this was a wild mouse that I did not personally know, so I believe I can be forgiven for shrieking like a tea-kettle and yanking off my shirt (I was, after all, having my personal space being violated in a rather uncomfortable way) That is when Zoey zoomed in for the rescue and took out her fourth mouse. She then enjoyed some tuna while Mommy disposed of the body.
Now, let me be clear on something here: I am not afraid of mice, nor am I very squeamish when it comes to these creatures most call "vermin". Growing up I have had several pet rats and a few mice. That said, this was a wild mouse that I did not personally know, so I believe I can be forgiven for shrieking like a tea-kettle and yanking off my shirt (I was, after all, having my personal space being violated in a rather uncomfortable way) That is when Zoey zoomed in for the rescue and took out her fourth mouse. She then enjoyed some tuna while Mommy disposed of the body.