Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Zippy Rises to the Occasion

Our little calico house cat, Zippy, has really embraced country life.

The closest Zippy has ever come to attacking anything is her pet tiger, which you can see in the picture above. She's forever carrying that thing around in her mouth, meowing vigorously at it, or leaving it on Luke's big tiger pillow (I sometimes wonder if she gets the irony of that).

Thankfully, every morning before I get out of bed I shine my phone light onto the ground to make sure there are no bugs in my slippers or on the floor. It rarely happens, so I don't know why I do it, it's just a thing.

This morning, in the darkness, I spotted two strange lumps on the floor near the bed. One was Zippy's tiger toy. The other:

It's gross, sorry.

Once I took a few deep breaths and composed myself, I was simultaneously filled with horror and, strangely, pride.

Our little Zippy has become a mouser.

I was kind of waiting for something like this to happen. Thank GOD she chose to leave her prey on the floor and didn't decide to jump up on the bed with it. That's a wake up call I can live without!

I would probably never sleep again! Eek!



  1. Oh. My. Gosh. Scary! Mice gross me out big time. I would have lost it!

  2. That's right Zippy! You protect your family. Get 'em!

  3. I was horrified recently when I found a dead mouse in my back yard and had to deal with it. Can't imagine finding one right by my bed! Thank goodness for your phone light thing!