Originally Posted by Addie
My sister's family had a greyhound, Tippa. She chased a lot of rabbits while sleeping. I never saw her catch any though. She was also a good mouser. The only problem, when she would catch a field mouse, she would deposit it as a gift on the porch right in front of the door. A very thoughtful dog.
my last tortoise cat, toby, was an expert and tireless mouser. coming upon a dead mouse on the welcome mat at our back door had become an almost daily routine. she would wait expectantly for the exclamations of praise and appreciation that she considered her due, for the skills she employed in mousing. only when that little bit of theater was concluded would she reclaim the mouse and go off somewhere private to enjoy her mousy-meal.
over time, toby must have noticed that she was no longer getting all the attention and flattery she had come to expect for her mousing feats. mother was really the only one in the family able and willing to work up the kind of enthusiasm and spectacle toby craved.
one evening, we were watching tv, not paying much attention to toby. she was darting here and there behind two chairs, 'playing' and in the process of running down her latest mouse victim. she finally came around the corner, mouse in her mouth, trotted over to my dad, and plopped the mouse into the snack plate he was holding. there followed a commotion of shouts and laughter, and toby was once more proudly in her element. she had finally figured out that we humans, with our habits and peculiar preferences, needed to have our 'gifts' from her served on a plate, in order to ellicit the desired response....