Assumpta had a very gratifying morning.
My husband got up earlier than usual, and told me to stay in bed, he'd feed the cat.
He put her bowl down, and was watching her to make sure she didn't eat too fast. He said that she just vanished
in mid-bite. One second she was there, and then she was gone.
He finally realised that she had gone under the stove, but couldn't figure out how or why she'd move so fast (since Assumpta is a bit...well...plump and lazy).
Then she came back out with a mouse. She scooted around carrying it for a few minutes, then came back to the kitchen and dropped it in her food bowl. Then she looked up at my husband, no joke, with an expression saying "Waiter...there's a mouse
in my food!" and whimpered until he disposed of Mr. (or Ms.) Mouse and replaced her food. Sure, we'll catch mice, but we don't want to eat
I shouldn't complain...at least she wasn't trying to feed me the mouse this time.
It never ceases to amaze me just how fast and lethal my little lardo-kitty is when there's a mouse to be had. My husband said it was like she just vaporized and reappeared under the stove. I don't know how she can be such a slug 99.99999% of the time, and turn into an olympic athlete when a mouse shows up.
I think she's feeling a little better.