For two and a half weeks, Maus had nothing to worry about but the occasional bat flying past and the occasional hairball coming up. She and her siblings stayed in luxury, at Chez Grandparents, a tony spot not too far from home, a place complete with a dog to torment and lots of little fake mousies and other toys to toss about. The best part, though, was all the nice old smelly books she got to claim as her own.
The worst part was getting there and back. The little carrying case didn't muffle the noise of an automobile engine, and getting catnip at the end of the ride didn't really improve things too greatly.
Still, she seemed fully rested when we got home, and she's gone and brought me a couple of dismembered spiders, just to show she's not out of practice at the hunting thing...
For more beasties of all skill levels, don't forget to check out Modulator's Friday Ark #206, and, on Sunday evening, be sure to stop by the CotC, this weekend to be hosted by the crew at Artsy Catsy. Don't miss them!