A couple of days ago that fine cat, Moe had a little adventure. As a young fellow he was an enthusiastic pursuer of wildlife and kept the environs more or less clear of chipmunks. Of late he is less interested and he is settling into a generally pleasant retirement at the age of 16 or so. However, in one of his now short forays outdoors yesterday, he encountered a small gray mouse and captured it to bring in and play with. We found him in the hall, yowling a bit and very satisfied with his work. The mouse was definitely the worse for wear, and we were approaching the point where he was going to eat it. Not so bad a thing, except he really doesn't have the stomach for such rich fare and I was sure it would be coming back up again soon in some unapproved location. He batted it next to an old gray sneaker sitting on the floor and I seized the moment to distract him, picked up the mouse by the tail and tossed it in the woods.
So Moe was pretty clever about catching it, but he completely missed the stealth move, and spent the next hour or so playing with the sneaker, pretty sure the mouse was hiding in there somewhere. Here is the very content gentleman, himself.