Our Little Hunter

The other night, Jill woke me from a deep sleep to let me know one of our cats had a mouse in the bedroom. We have two cats and lately one of them has been found with an awful lot of dead mice (and one sparrow, which I can't explain because they're strictly indoor cats). I'm not sure if we're just having an influx of mice since winter's on its way or if she's been really working on her hunting skills. Actually, it's also possible she's just stealing the mice from our other cat, since she's a bit of a bully.

At any rate, she's been bringing her catches into the bedroom so she can bat them around while we're trying to sleep. Everytime this happens, we chase her out of the room hoping she'll finish with the mouse elsewhere. She gives a little growl since she thinks we actually want the mouse for ourselves and runs off. Once we get back into bed, she's back in the room, tossing the mouse around and having a great time.

When this happened the other night, we shut the bedroom door after she was out of the room. A little while later, she was outside scratching and sounding a little upset that we had the gall to shut her out of her bedroom.