This morning, I caught another mouse. I'm on a roll, no one can stop me!
It's great fun to play with them (can't understand why Meowmy doesn't enjoy it too...) and I'm getting really good at catching them.
Two in a row! My Meowmy was having a hard time, because of these mice, the traps weren't working at all. By I came to the rescue!
Mewomy told me a was a good boy, the bestest in the world.
I had been training for weeks, months and was prepared for it.
This morning, I caught my very first mouse!
I told Meowmy it was hiding in the kitchen and had been waiting for it to show its face.
Today, Meowmy was about to go downstairs, but before that, she checked on Loki. My big sister was asleep in Meowmy's bed, as usual.
Then, I jumped on the bed and started playing with a mouse. Meowmy thought it was one of the toy mice she buys me and I train with. Soon enough, she realized it was a live one instead! I wanted Meowmy to video the event, but she was so shocked to see a mouse on her bed (what's the big deal, I ask?), that kept on calling people on the phone; she even called Nana, who's in Italy!
Eventually, she got the Juventus sheet where the mouse (now dead) was, and ran downstairs.
Anyway, when she got back in the house, she was very pleased with me and told me I was a great hunter and the best cat in the world (silly Meowmy, I know that already). She also said this meant I was all grown up now and a better mouse hunter than Loki.
By the way, my big sister kept on sleeping...
I am the happiest kitty, because I made my Meowmy happy and proud of me.
I am orange, after all...
Love ya,
Bastian, the Swedish mouse killing machine
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