Get ready for a MAB story.
So, last night, I got home around nine, and I was on the phone with my mom. The cats were hanging around in the living room with me, screaming for their dinner.
Suddenly, Gus gets that aware, focused cat face on, and runs to the kitchen like he's seen something. Let's face the truth here, Gus isn't very smart, and he does stuff like this all the time. I didn't pay him much attention.
Then, I heard him doing this high-pitched singing-talking thing. He used to talk to the patio opossum in that voice a few summers ago when the opossum would stand and stare at Gus through the patio door. So, I said to my mom, "I think Gus is talking to something in the kitchen. Just a second."
I went into the kitchen, flipped on the light, and there is a little brown mouse by the baseboard under my kitchen cabinets. Gus is singing a song to the mouse.
Franklin came trotting in, and I said, "Look, Kitty! A mouse!" I thought he would be all excited and go into kitty ninja mode.
He put his nose on the mouse, then took a step back, sat down, and cocked his head.
The mouse went back up in his mouse hole, perfectly fine enough to mouse another day.
Now, for many years, I have fed and pampered these cats, not asking for much. I always figured, if we ever had a mouse in the house, they would step up and do their kitty duty with great efficiency and joy.
What did I get? A song and an analytical stare.
So, how do I get rid of this mouse without bringing in a feline commando?
Furthermore, have I completely over-domesticated and ruined my cat children?