Calypso must have found a nest of baby mice yesterday. In the afternoon I heard that distinctive trill a Maine Coon does when they are pleased with themselves and have prey. It usually takes me a minute or two to process the sound and react. When I did I found her under a chair in the dining room and already bored. So we took the baby mouse to where she would not get at it again and she went on with her daily routines.
About an hour later Dante comes running in the house with his head down. Another sign. He usually goes to the deep reaches of the house and lets the mouse go never to re-catch it. So I spring into action and get him out of the house. He is fast and takes off, later I discover he and Calypso with another baby mouse. Once again we put it where they could not get to it and they went on their way.
After dinner, we are watching a dvd and Belle begins with the trill. As she takes an antibiotic that makes her meow sometimes, I did not process what was happening. Eventually it sunk it and so even our 19 year old got a mouse.
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