| the cats will win in the end. I watched my wife once dismantle the living room looking for a mouse one of the cats had brought in. When she found it she lovingly and carefully caught it and took it to the far end of the garden, far away from the cats who were watching her with a bemused expression from the house windows, and put it down on the ground, safe in the bushes.
The moment she opened the door to go back in, two monsters teared past her and dissapeared into the bushes. Five minutes later there came a howling form the back garden as one of the cats wanted to show for us the modern art she had created on the patio entitled "mouse eats hand grenade".
since then my wife just lets the cats get on with it, they usually get bored playing in the end and take it out into the garden to diembowel/fling around. |