Excitement in the Bedroom!

My cat Petey-Pie Thomas (sometimes called Petey-Pie Tom-Tom) loves the wool mice that my mother knits, felts, and then stuffs with fluff and catnip. He hoards them... and he has a lot of them to hoard. Sometimes I will find him on my bed surrounded by four or five wool mice. He likes to hold them with his front paws and thump them with his back feet and drool. Petey also likes to carry them around with him; I think they have a nice mouthfeel. (Petey isn't old enough for wine, so he has to find a satisfying mouthfeel via felted mice.)

Last night when Petey and I went to bed, he had a pale blue mouse with him, and so this morning when he woke me up at 6:06 because he was thumping and thumping at the foot of the bed, I got to wondering if he maybe discovered some other mice that had been batted under furniture in weeks past.

My mom sells these mice at Bantam Coffee Roasters (82 Steinwehr in Gettysburg) and then donates all the money to local animal shelters.

Legitimately, he was thumping this morning and really having a great time! I thought, I'll reach down there and grab that pale blue mouse and wriggle it around so Petey can chase its tail.

I reached down.

I grasped the mouse.

I realized that the mouse wasn't the type that my mother knitted and then felted and then stuffed with fluff and catnip.

Petey had found a real mouse, killed it, and brought it to bed.

To say that he was proud is an understatement. He had the pride of a lion this morning, and how flattered was I that his instinct was to bring such a gift to ME?

Despite the recent loss of an hour, I had little trouble jumping out of bed this morning. In fact, I even ended up attending a funeral among the daffodils before going to work!