Squeek mice mice mice mice under the couch mice outside the door mice being eaten by a gypsy, my gypsy cat. in the door in the study behind power tools cats playing with mice.
It was october the 16th and after a long ride home with a bus driver who must've been our worst yet. i slumped home from the bus stop and slouched on the couch pulling out bejewelled and trying to beat my highscore of 15980. ssssccccrrrrffffttt the familier sound of the cat door being pushed open. Oh good gypsy had come in. the cats presance always calmed me somehow but i never expected what she'd do next.
sssssscccc ssssscccc what was that? i dropped the game and walked into the study and gypsy was on the table reaching behind some power tools. 'she shouldn't be back there' i thought 'she could turn a sander on and get hurti picked her up and moved her but she had things to do, she went right back in to find something. But not five seconds later she came back in looking as upset as a cat can.
Then she froze staring straight under the couch where i was sitting, FLASH like a gunshot. She went under there was a squeek and there was gypsy as smug as she could be her teeth clamped around a senseless mouse. then she walked outwith her tail held high.