We seem to have some suicidal mice in our neighborhood. Last night Bill heard a thump and thought that some of the cats were in a tussle. He got up to investigate. He came back to tell me that Poppy had a mouse. He thought at first it was a toy she was playing with, but he saw the tail hanging out of her mouth. Guess who had to get out of bed to deal with a dead mouse? She was NOT a happy camper when I took it away from her.

I dont blame Bill, I probably could not have dealt with the situation either haha!

Ha...it takes a woman

Well at least Poppy knows what a mouse is, mine wouldn't have a clue

"the best man for the job is a woman"

Eeeeeuuueww!!!!

(I don't do well with dead mousies. Live ones, yes. Dead ones, no.)

see , they say, Persians, have been bred of the hunting gene, they are so wrong,
Bluie and Daliha,My sister's cat, and now yours great hunters..

Lola and her big orange tabby Leo used to love to catch incoming mice (coming in from some hole in wall in hub's place about 5 years back).. now I wonder who took the mouse away from either one of them (I wasn't there so ?)!

Is Poppy still sulking or keeping an eye out for new prey? I know Winston for sure would have loved to catch a mouse (great lizard catcher) and Alaska so so.. Francis sincerely doubtful tho he was a Xot).

Poppy and Boo both are hunters, but Poppy is the one who has caught the mice. She got one last winter too. She forgave me- the evening after she came demanding to be petted, not a usual occursence for her.