I was once called Mouse… (Purdy, Symes and Wright - part 9)
by Peter Hunter
… at the Cats Protection place, my foster mother Carol, used to call me Mouse… and when the human who is now my Mum asked; 'Why…?'
was told; ' Because she likes cheese…'
True, I have always liked, loved cheese - and it's almost my favourite food - along with fillet steak, chicken, tuna and Whiskas Pouches.
… but Mum and Dad thought it a stupid name for a cat.
'Cats catch and eat mice…' said Dad '… you can't name her Mouse, not a lttlecat, 'she's a hunter so lets call her Purdey after the top gun maker…
… and we'll name the others likewise… Symes and Wright after the makers of my favourite shotgun….'
It was quite a reputation to live up to… normally when I take a mouse home they obviously do not eat it - ungrateful I call it after all my effort and generosity, but I am always rewarded with cheese…
…not just any old cheese but the expensive vintage cheddar that Dad buys for himself.
So recently I caught a wood pigeon, killing it carefully by biting its neck and leaving the rest unmarked. Dad was delighted…
… he loves wood pigeon.
Mum carefully removed all its bones, including the legs - all from the inside but cutting off the wings. She then stuffed it with a mixture containing apricots and roasted it for his lunch…
… Dad was ecstatic and I was given a very good portion of cheese… which I prefer…
who says crime doesn't pay?
© Peter Hunter 2012
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