) had died. I saw a picture of him and fell in love. I was told he was very much an indoor cat, and liked to sit on the window sills. Well, he settled in without any problems. Loves being groomed, prefers a cuddle to a treat, bless him.Last month I had my carpets replaced, and the fitters found a little dead mouse behind a book shelf. The great wusses just stood there, wouldn't touch it! So I disposed of the poor little thing (I don't mind mice - they're cute little field mice and I try to rescue them when I can). And yesterday Rufus had another little mouse. That too hid behind the book case. I left the back door wide open all night and I hope it had the sense to escape. So much for Rufus being 'very much an indoor cat'! There was no cat flap at the old lady's house, so he simply didn't get the opportunity to go out and hunt. I'm actually quite pleased he can exercise his natural instinct now. He's still quite young - about five. So if you adopt an older cat don't assume it's set in its ways.
I do wonder if catching a mouse and putting it at the bottom of the garden simply prolongs the agony. I used to do it when Blake still hunted, but sometimes he'd come in with- probably- the same mouse twenty minutes later...
- and his favourite spot was....
