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It’s so funny. They like to play.

Sometimes it end in mouse murder (my new band). Sometimes they just lose interest and are like “see ya.”

I had a cat once who was a great mouser. And birder. And rabbiter. And squirreler. He was the nicest cat.

But not to them.

Chappie is hit or miss with mice. He always finds em. Just doesn’t always finish the job well.
My favorite cat was Din. He was a true gentleman to the 2 lady cats. One I think was his sister how they found us. The third was spotty. Kind of crazy child of the sibs. I never saw Din with a squirrel or rabbit. Our hill had moles, mice and many types of lizard and snake I had never seen before. Snakes were fun to watch. Sad for them. Death by 1000 holes poked in them. It looked like he was juggling. Often times he would start the attack and leave the pray for the ladies to play with. The reptiles were left laying on top of the trash can when he was done with them. I'm pretty sure the mice were et.
When I got home from work he would run up the hood of my car and watch the sunroof close and meow super loud if I didn't give him a rub or a head squeeze. I admit I miss a warm cat laying on me while watching TV in the cooler months.
 
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