If you recall, I have some special 4 legged family members.  Ginger is our spaniel who came from an abused home.  We adopted her from our local Humane Society.  Then we have our big boys, Stuart and Domino.  Remember Domino’s elevator doesn’t go all the way up to the top and Stuart is digging to China.  All three have a special place in my heart and I love them dearly.

I mentioned our cat, Priscilla, (AKA Prissy) in a post or two but I have never introduced you to our feline friend.  She is two years old and is a domestic short haired, black and grey tabby.  She is the last remaining cat that belonged to my Granny.  Granny passed away 2 years ago and Prissy was born a few months afterwards.  Prissy’s lineage has either been given away or has passed away.  At the time we brought her home we had a black/white cocker spaniel named Elvis.  So hence the name Priscilla was given to the cat.

Our home is adjacent to a field and there are times we have trouble with field mice.  Mice are a common problem in the country and as long as they stay outside of my home we can respectfully live in peace.  Prissy is our little hunter.  She loves to catch rabbits, birds, hummingbirds no less, and mice.  I scold her for bringing birds and rabbits to me.  I try to explain to her that they are our friends.  She just looks at me like, “don’t you like my gift?”  But cats are like teenagers…you can tell them what to do all day long and they will do whatever they please with such attitude!!

Well, just the other day, Prissy brought home a mouse.  I was so happy for her.  I was doing up the whole praise thing.  “You’re such a good kitty. Mommy likes it when you catch mice.”  Feeling proud with her catch, she rubbed along my legs and made the cutest purrrr-meowww sound.  She knew I was happy to see the mouse was caught.

While I was busy praising and Prissy busy being praised, we both sorta overlooked the fact that the mouse was still alive and was trying to get away.  By the time we realized the prisoner had escaped, it went up my pants leg.  I started screaming and stripping… oh wait I’m in the front yard… I decided to keep the pants on but to shake my pants legs like crazy all the while screaming.  My heroes came to see what  all the screaming was about.  My sandal went flying and so did the mouse.  It was like something from an action movie… Prissy jumped and caught the mouse in mid air… in slow motion of course.. I believe I heard the bionic jumping sound from the Bionic Woman.  Go Prissy!!

Now remember today is Friday Favorites over at my blogging buddy Hillary’s site.  Click right on over there I know she doesn’t have mice up her pants leg!!  Go to The Other Mama’s blog!!  Enjoy your weekend!!

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