The story begins this morning. I'd just returned from teaching a double at the gym. I was sweaty, I was weary, I was looking to relax. After saying hi to all of the indoor kitties (Esme was, predictably, sitting on the living room rug - the Play Zone - waiting for me to run a string or toss the toy lying at her feet) I went back out to check on HT. He came galloping out from under the deck and clambered onto my lap. Skritches were doled out, but as he snuggled on my lap I heard an odd mewing from inside. Now, Esme will let you know when she wants to play, but this sounded a bit off. I figured I'd better check.
When I went back inside, she was still sitting on the rug, her head tilted as she looked at me expectantly. "Fine, 'sme." I sighed. "I'll throw your mouse... ohmigodit'sreal."
Yep. Esme caught a mouse. Best I can tell she got it in the basement and brought it upstairs to her play area. After all, when she's sitting there we toss the toy mice for her. Surely this would be just as much fun. I saw no signs of blood or general mangling, so I scooped the mouse into a pint glass and took it outside. The moment I did so it scrambled at the sides of the glass. "I know, dude. I know." I took him to the shed, thinking he'd dart beneath the floor and be safe away... only HT came trotting up. "Not now, Handsome!" Ducking to the side of the shed, I all but chucked the mouse out of the glass, then turned to scoop HT into my arms and carry him back toward the house.
When I went back in, Esme was racing along the hallway, through the kitchen, and back into the living room. Her tail was puffed to full capacity, and her whiskers were perked forward. She was ever so excited. "Didja see, mom? Didja didja didja? *bounce*" Of course, there was nothing for it but to praise her and assure her that her capture of the mouse was every bit as mighty as Tom's bear-stalking.
And then there was nothing for it but to take some pictures. I'm still learning my way around my new camera and Esme is a very active kitty, so please forgive any blur or just plain bad photography.
Look at this girl. She's downright smug, she is.
Apparently, being a mighty hunter will take it out of you.
And make you fierce. Rawrrr!
Mmmm. Tastes like mouse.
This is a sight all too familiar to me: that adorable wee face looking up at me, mewing, "play. play. play. play. play. how 'bout now? play. play."
And this is far too blurry, but dude! boxing kitty!