Sunday, October 9, 2011

Mouse Hunt--or not


I found Hobbes sitting in the shed the other day.  He was just sitting there, staring into the corner--which means only one thing--mouse.

Sure enough, there it sat. The wee thing, too terrified to move, just sat there blinking those big brown mousie eyes, hoping that my orange stripey would just go away.  Yeah/no.

But apparently as big as Hobbes is, he is not hungry.  And so he walked away from his mouse friend and moved on to other adventures like the leaves blowing across the yard.  They were fun, you see--something to chase.

Smart mouse.

And yes, I scooted him into a bucket and set him free under the fence.

9 comments:

Julia Williams said...

Lucky mousie!! I'll bet he had a story to tell when he got back to his family.

Hannah and Lucy said...

That's just what our mum does with mousies too!!
Luv Hannah and Lucy xx xx

Janet at New Moon Glass said...

nice...

Pricilla said...

So now your neighbors have a mouse?

Lin said...

Pricilla--He'll come back. He knows where the bird seed is. ;)

WillOaks Studio said...

Yeah, we have a very serious love-hate relationship with all things mousey here at WillOaks too!

Repositório said...

Hmmmmm, nhumi nhumi... mouse hã?

Cathy Keisha said...

Oh, Hobbes, how could you let that mousie go? I wish we had them here.

~E said...

Our tabby is a great mouser too.