The chuffin cat prides herself on her prolific hunting skills. There are times however, when I think that she’s more into socialising with the local rodent population than hunting them. I do wonder if one day I will come home earlier than expected, only to find her hobnobbing with an assortment of mice, shrews and voles at a cheese and breadcrumb party. Of course, if there’s any chance whatsoever of illiciting help to irritate or embarrass her human staff, she will grasp that wholeheartedly with both paws: a laugh at a human’s expense is always worth pursuing.
For example, picture the scene: a glorious day, the sun is shining leaving a hint of warmth in the air, whilst the sound of sweet birdsong floats in the gentle breeze *sigh*
I step outside and take a deep breath as the chuffin cat approaches me. She carefully deposits the lifeless body of a small, brown mouse at my feet and steps backwards. Shaking my head sadly, I grab a tissue from my pocket and bend down to pick up the peace offering.
So what happens next?
Yes, that’s right.
The mouse gasps, springs to life and runs straight up my leg. Aaaaggghhhrrrrr.