Last night Jasper started chasing Apollo through the halls. The way Apollo was acting, I thought maybe he was barfing. Sometimes the dogs chase the cats when they barf in order to, well, you know. Apollo was growling as he ran. I never heard him growl like that before. Jasper chased him up the stairs and he continued growling. It was odd behavior, so I went up the stairs to see what was going on. The door was closed upstairs, fortuantely, otherwise the chase would’ve continued up there to potentially disastrous results. Apollo was at the top of the stairs. His mouth looked odd, like it was dark. Now my eyes aren’t that good, so I couldn’t see it too well and I thought maybe it was open and he was going to barf. He tried to get away from Jasper more, and jumped into the window on the landing. At that point, he was a little more in the light and then I saw what was going on.It looked like he had a toy mouse in his mouth. Yes, Jasper liked to play with the cat’s toys, but he’s never chased Apollo over one of the cat’s own toys before. As I looked closer, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Wow, that toy mouse was sure anatomically correct with those little legs. Wait a minute!
I called Stan and he came up the stairs and then brought Apollo outside. He pried open the corners of his mouth to release the mouse, which wasn’t injured enough to prevent it from quickly scampering away towards the side of the house where it probably retried its entry.
Left to his own devices, Apollo would’ve probably played with and tortured the mouse, as cats do. But had Jasper gotten ahold of it, he might have swallowed it whole, and alive. Jasper tends to “gulp” things that he doesn’t want you to grab from him. I’ve literally had to pull objects out of his mouth that are heading stomach-way. Once in a dog park he got ahold of a crispy leather bird and ran around with it, but as we tried to get close to him, he’d take off. Once when Stan got close enough, he gulped it, never to be seen again.
The mouse probably got inside the house when Stan had removed some of the foundation board.
After we freed the mouse, Apollo sat on the steps in the basement for the longest time, looking to see if he could catch another one. He never did, and eventually headed to the bedroom for the night.
For a clawless cat, he proved to be a pretty good mouser.