Monday, December 21, 2009

Christmas Cats

My Mom always had a cat, but she always had a mouse or two.  The cats would hunt and leave the little critter outside the bedroom doors in the dark hall.  Nice image I know.  One Christmas the tree was up and decorated.  The cat was on the prowl trying to get under the wall unit when she shifted gears and direction and sprinted to the top (or as close as she could go) of the tree.  Just like a coon dog she had treed a mouse.  Pandemonium broke out among the ranks!  Brooms in hand the mouse was flushed from the tree and the cat pounced.  Done deal.

Here's my son's cat....

Click here to see a larger picture mice just thinks the tree is nice!

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