I am the one who hunted this mouse down by spending at least an hour in wait, stalking, planning, executing the plan, revising the plan, re-executing it again and finally catching it. As per my normal routine, I have to bring it to the back porch so the Handlers can see my valiant efforts to keep the farm free of rodents. It is necessary for my continued well-being (and my feline ego) to receive their affirmation that I am, indeed, a working member of this family, and unless something distracts them, I can usually get a ..."Way to go Ricky" followed up by a "Now EAT it!" I'm on board with eating it always, but I do enjoy playing with my food for a good long time.
In my distracted state, I failed to realize that Nostra (THAT dog) had been let outside, and was lying on the concrete pad just watching my mouse handling.
And then....my mouse was gone!
THAT dog hauled off with MY mouse!
I attempted to retrieve it several times while she tossed the mouse into the air and batted it around with her paw, but with each attempt, I must admit I was a little taken aback by the baring of teeth, and low growls and finally decided I needed to go find another one.
And she didn't even eat it. What a total waste!
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