Last night we went mousing in one of Mrs. G’s attics. Rupert was excellent at catching mice – he had been doing it since he was a kitten. I had done my share in the basement of the gourmet shop before I came to live with Mabel. But Monty had never seen a mouse in his life, and he was very nervous.
“Don’t worry,” Rupert said, “mousing is instinctive to cats.” I don’t know how Rupert knows these things…he’s a lot smarter than he looks.
As we started up the stairs, Monty saw a mouse peeking out of the wall. I don’t know who was more surprised, but Monty rose to the occasion and pounced.
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