Petty Jealousies

My cat Peggy (aka Pumpkin, Peglet, Peg Peg, Pegasaurus, Peaches) has a new friend.

The other nite whilst I was dozing off, I heard her jump off the bed and start talking. As she is normally quite a talkative cat, I didnt pay much attention to her late nite babble. But when she started giggling my curiosity got the better of me.

Peggy was sitting in the middle of my room with a teeny tiny mouse. It was the smallest mouse I’ve ever seen and it was dark brown. They were just hanging out as though they do it all the time. The mouse might have been startled by the lite I turned on, because it did a couple of circles around Peggy as she sat there and then it ran through her legs! Peggy just looked up at me and said “So?”.

Peggy has caught and killed a number of rodents over the last 5 years that I’ve lived here so I wasnt terribly suprised to see a mouse in my bedroom. My main concern is that she doesnt leave the carcasses under my bed. Thankfully she prefers to leave them somewhere that I can see them. Good kitten.

So why the sudden change of heart? Why this mouse? And how long has this been going on? They obviously have a very close relationship judging by their body language. And here I was thinking that I was the centre of Peggy’s universe. Alas, it seems I shall have to share her affections…

Friendships can be so fickle sometimes.

Maybe I’m holding on too tight…