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Originally Posted by kindlekitten
The kitties got a mouse and have spent about the last two hours terrorizing it. I tried to rescue it a few times but it was too fast when it was still relatively whole. They've either finally killed it and who knows where it is, our it's crawled off to die. More likely the former as Strider keeps jumping up on me, stomping on me with his back paws (think silver back chest thumping), flicking his tail about and dashing off. It seems I've become some part of a feline victory dance. It's happened about four times in the last thirty minutes. I think Arwen is back in the laundry room hunting again.
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The cats are doing their job and want to make sure you know and appreciate it! Just be glad they don't feel the need to bring the dead evidence up onto your bed to make sure you notice. A victory dance one can appreciate, but waking up to a dead mouse being deposited on the bed? I'll pass.