A short chase
Walking into the house from the back door into the laundry room towards the kitchen this morning, I apparently flushed a mouse.
This was a fat little guinea pig of a mousie-- a meadow vole. I caught a glimpse of it as it ran apparently from under the dryer--I don't think it came in the door with me. The cat, who was waiting by his food bowl atop the shelf-thingy in the laundry room, also spied it and jumped down to chase it. The dog spied the cat being frisky and pounced on the poor cat with those huge Dober-paws, whereupon the pinned cat loudly screamed his annoyance at the dog and the aborted mousie-chase.
Mousie safely ran under the refrigerator where he was no doubt laughing at the commotion.
DH coincidentially got up just after this.
This was a fat little guinea pig of a mousie-- a meadow vole. I caught a glimpse of it as it ran apparently from under the dryer--I don't think it came in the door with me. The cat, who was waiting by his food bowl atop the shelf-thingy in the laundry room, also spied it and jumped down to chase it. The dog spied the cat being frisky and pounced on the poor cat with those huge Dober-paws, whereupon the pinned cat loudly screamed his annoyance at the dog and the aborted mousie-chase.
Mousie safely ran under the refrigerator where he was no doubt laughing at the commotion.
DH coincidentially got up just after this.