A mystery has come to my house recently. It involves the fuzzy mice that constitute the large portion of my cats’ toys. Everyone has or has had (before they were lost forever under couches, dressers and beds) the small fuzzy mice for cats to play with; they perform yeoman service in our household, scattered about the floors for the cats to attack and knock about whenever they feel like it.
Lately, they have been coming to the bedroom while I sleep.
This does not unnerve me, for two reasons. One, I know these toys are benign and mean no one harm. Two, I don’t believe they are moving of their own accord. Each morning for the past two weeks or so, I have woken to find at least a single, often two, sometimes three, fuzzy mice on the floor of the bedroom.
It has been different mice each time, or at least not the same ones, and they are not always left in the same location. In fact, one found its way onto the saddle of the taller cat-tree in the bedroom.
This narrowed the range of suspects in the case considerably. Renn enjoys snoozing in that spot during the day, but never at night, when he is comfortably curled up on the bed. Quite often, at least in the late hours of the night (as opposed to the early hours of the morning), the saddle is occupied by Cammie, who rests there after a full day of annoying Tungsten, telling the others to keep their distances and generally exerting her personality. She will lie in the saddle and look out into the dark and contemplate existence, alternate possibilities, time travel and such. Or whether to go and eat something. But only she uses the taller cat-tree after bed-time.
But if the mystery of who brings the mice to the bedroom is, to my satisfaction, solved, the question remains as to why she does it. She does not bat them about the house until they end up there; I would hear that and wake. No, she evidently carries them in her mouth, or perhaps slides them in with so little violence that the movements are silent. Is she bringing toys to keep her company during her nocturnal vigils? Are they trophies? Are they little furry things to care for?
It’s one of the riddles that will remain unsolved until that day when all riddles are answered. And it may not be the least important riddle to be answered then.
That is too cute how they carry their mice around with them. The mice are probably their friends and they just take them where they want them. We have one cat, Mahoney that has one toy that she will bring to me so hopefully I will play with her. So maybe the mice are their favorite friends. Have a great day.
ReplyDeleteWell she's bring them in to help protect show should the aliens invade.
ReplyDeleteShe's really messing with you. :)
ReplyDeletePerhaps they are her gifts to you.
ReplyDeleteWe like Brian's theory. Ha.
ReplyDeleteHey, at least she's not yeowling like a maniac when she brings them in, like someone we could name in our house. :-P
Whatever the lovely Siamese princess is doing, it makes perfect sense to her. Perhaps she's bringing a
ReplyDelete"midnight" snack to bed or a fuzzy toy to comfort her. Maybe she's putting her "kitten " to bed or just , just possibly, shyly offering her dear dad a precious gift.
She's very considerate in giving it, too. She doesn't wake me up when she brings her mice to the bedroom.
DeleteIt is amazing how her personality just keeps building :) Love the picture of her in the chair. She is so beautiful!
ReplyDeleteYours is the sort of attitude I like to see in potential adopters: willing to enjoy - and now and then put up with! - whatever traits one's chosen cat brings with it. I think your comment is especially pertinent with a cat such as Cammie, who may not have had much chance to show or develop her personality before.
DeleteIn my house, the toys generally come with noise. Saku and Sasha are the batting about types, while Sami yells to tell she's bringing me a present. None of which is appreciated at 3 a.m.
ReplyDeleteWhatever Cammie's reasons, she's not telling!