When is a cat not a cat?

I told you last week how we discovered that there was a mouse inside the kitchen door and that the male biped had a cunning plan. Here is what happened next.

Pippin has a bit of a reputation as a fearless hunter and the male biped said he’d encourage the mouse to come out so that Pippin could catch it. He sent Mulberry and me out onto the terrace, as he said we’d get in the way! It was easy for me to look through the glass in the terrace door, but Mulberry had to stand up on his hind legs to watch.

The biped taped some cardboard over the grille on the kitchen side of the door and then closed the door. He unscrewed the grille on the other side – we still couldn’t see the mouse as the door was hollow.

The female biped said she didn’t want to watch and went to the other end of the room, while Mulberry and I pressed our noses against the glass hoping to see everything. The male biped encouraged Pippin to sit a few feet away from the door. He then put a peanut on the floor fairly close to Pippin. A moment later the mouse appeared in the hole in the door and Pippin moved forwards, which scared the mouse back into the door – not surprising really!

Peanuts

Mouse treats!

The male biped moved the peanut a little farther away from the door and told Pippin he’d have more time to catch the mouse. We didn’t have to wait long before the mouse appeared again. It ran right under Pippin’s nose, picked up the peanut and ran back towards the door. Pippin pounced, but he was too late and the mouse disappeared into the door. The male biped said that he thought it was a field mouse or a wood mouse, but not a house mouse.

Wood mouse

Wood Mouse
from Wikipedia

I decided that, as it was in the door, it was more likely to be a dormouse looking for somewhere to sleep away the winter.

Hibernating dormouse

A sleeping dormouse
Attribution: By Krzysztof Dreszer (Own work) [GFDL or CC-BY-SA-3.0-2.5-2.0-1.0], via Wikimedia Commons

Mulberry said he thought it was RebelMouse – he thinks he’s hilarious!

The female biped said, “Whatever type of mouse it is, it has no reason to come out for a while now!”

The male biped agreed that the mouse would probably take a while to eat the peanut, but he put another peanut on the floor and told Pippin to keep his eyes open. The mouse really liked those peanuts – it soon appeared and scurried right under Pippin’s nose, picked up the peanut and went back into the door. Pippin opened his eyes wide and watched it every step of the way but stayed as still as a statue.

The male biped said he’d try again. The same thing happened!

The female biped said that we had the best fed mouse in the neighbourhood and that she thought she had remembered where the mousetraps were packed. The male biped asked if he could get them and she said it would be easier for her as she knew what the box looked like. She soon came back with four mousetraps.

They were the type that is a little box with a door that drops down when the mouse enters. The mouse is unharmed and can be released outside. She put a peanut in each one and arranged them in an arc on the floor below the hole in the door.

The male biped said, “That’ll scare the mouse and make it stay in the door!”

She replied, “Maybe. That’s what I thought about the cat sitting by the door, but that was before I knew that the cat was the mouse’s pet!”

Pippin, tabby cat, showing his tummy

Pippin – the mouse’s pet, allegedly!

The male biped said, “Ouch! Cover your ears Pippin!” But then he asked, “Are you a cat or a mouse? Squeak up!”

While they were busy teasing each other, the mouse came out of the door. It went across and into a trap and the little door on the trap flipped closed.

The bipeds heard that and they both smiled. Pippin just sat there. The female biped said that she’d take the mouse outside and release it, while the male biped put the door back together.

I asked Pippin if the pressure of having an audience was too much for him. He said he could have caught the mouse easily, but there was a slight communication problem. He says he thought the biped wanted to catch it! He says he gave a demonstration of the required moves and sat there giving quiet encouragement.

Pippin is still not very pleased with me about telling this tale, especially the part that answers the question in the title. When is a cat not a cat? When he is the mouse’s pet!

See you next Wednesday!

67 thoughts on “When is a cat not a cat?

  1. Psssst, Pippin, if you want this post deleted let us know and we’ll tell you where the detonate button is 😉

  2. Oh dear! Poor Pippin!!

    xxxx

  3. That is kind of embarrassing for Pippin. But I can’t say I would’ve been anything but the mouse’s pet, either! Well done for the bi-peds, though! Whew!

    Love and licks,
    Cupcake

  4. OMD we so would have had it ourselves. Have a wonderful Wednesday.
    Best wishes Molly

  5. Oh Pippin don’t be embarrassed…..after all, some things just weren’t meant to be – that little mousie is running free and you have more time for napping instead of hunting!

    Hugs, Sammy

  6. Aww. Pippin! I totally understand the miscommunication problem. Bipeds can be so confusing 😦 I’m constantly asking for clarification of things, and then they tell me to “Shush!” You shouldn’t be at all embarrassed.
    Xox
    Your Pom Friend Lacey

  7. Next time, Pippin, invite me over. For a herding dog, I have a pretty intense prey drive!

  8. Oh Pippin!!! Poor kitty! BOL! What an interesting adventure!
    ღ husky hugz ღ frum our pack at Love is being owned by a husky!

  9. great story! maybe Pippin is a vegetarian? or he dislikes a mouse peanut stuffing :o)

  10. An interspecies love story??? The mouse has a crush on Pippin got distracted by the mouses’ love for him. And that love poem, “not a house mouse” was the clincher. If none of this makes sense, blame Bella. This is how she thinks hearing me read this to her. wag wag wag

  11. My upright Sakura read this to me and asked what I would have done. I dunno but I think that mouse is going to find its way back inside so Pippin may get a chance to redeem himself. You tell great stories! love, SamCat

    • I’m glad you enjoyed the story, SamCat. Pippin says that he’s been watching out for the mouse’s return and the bipeds have no idea how many he protects them from!

  12. Hahahaha my nanny’s cat Daisy had a similar experience with a mousie

  13. Poor Pippin—Of course he was simply deferring to the male biped! He shouldn’t be embarrassed by the story, Clowie. Please let him know how much we enjoyed it!

  14. How embarrassing for Pippin! My cat bro Bert has caught mice, he is a true hunter of a cat and that mouse would have been history on the first attempt, but not all cats are talented killers.

    • Yes, Pippin still thinks I’m very mean for telling the tale! The bipeds expected Pippin to make the mouse his breakfast, his behaviour was unusual for him. I expect you and Bailie would help Bert, given the chance.

  15. Congratulations to your bipeds. I had wood mice in the kitchen and tried it with a trap like that, and no matter what I put inside, the mouse or mice were either too clever or too stupid or too well fed. They didn’t go in. My cats caught 2 wood mice after I gave up on it. They left their corpses as presents in the sleeping room for me. Got to love to step on a dead mouse in the morning. But whatever.. that seems to have scared the mice away.

    • I think this was a particularly greedy and bold mouse! My bipeds don’t seem to particularly like it when the cat gives them a dead mouse. But they hate it even more when the cat gives them a live mouse! I think they’d hate stepping on dead mice first thing in the morning.

  16. Dear Clowie,
    Please tell Pippin not to be angry about you anymore. There’s no reason. We ALL know that he could have caught the mouse easily! It’s so clear, really! 😉
    Thanks for telling the tale, it made me giggle because your male biped didn’t gasp that Pippin gave him the chance to demonstrate how he’d caught the mouse… so simple. 🙂

  17. Maybe Pippin is a pacifist. That’s what I call Honey since she won’t even chase the rat that moved into our house, even if he walks right by her.

    • I can imagine Honey being that relaxed but if Pippin is a pacifist, it’s a new thing for him. He usually calls anything smaller than himself “lunch”!

  18. Poor Pippen, it is not his fault your parents didn’t pay attention to his lessons on how to catch that mouse. He tried to show them once!

    • Pippin says you understand purrfectly! He also says that bipeds’ reactions are far too slow to ever succeed in catching a mouse without help.

  19. Great story Clowie.. Pippin sounds like my kind of cat

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