We have 2 cats. Sisters, from the same litter, that we got from friends. Oh how I loved those baby kitties. So snuggly and cute.

Cute, right?

Well, then they got older, and we moved, and we had babies, and I just don’t have the time for them like I did before. Instead of them crawling into my lap at the end of the day, I had kids that took up the space. And after having kids constantly hanging on me all day long, I started kicking them off the bed because I couldn’t stand getting trampled on in the middle of the night. They still get attention, but they are clearly not running the show around here anymore.

And for good reason.

They are not good hunters.

They are good at pointing out when there is a mouse in the house, but come time to deliver a dead rodent, these would NOT be the cats you want. I always know when there is a rodent lurking under the stove or dishwasher because these two start going crazy. Luckily, it’s not very often considering the fact that we live next to a field. I would say we have probably caught maybe 7 or 8 mice in the last 5 years- I hate them but it’s just part of country living.

Apparently, so is getting up at 2:30am to discover your cats have a mouse cornered in your master bathroom and it gives you the creeps so bad so you get up the hubby and he clobbers the mouse with a shoe and then takes it outside. Yes, at 2:30am. I was so mad, I could have just screamed. The cats were just PLAYING with the mouse like it was a toy! KILL IT. I was so creeped out that it took me almost an hour and a half to go back to sleep.

And then this morning? The cats were crying because their food dish only had a few bittles left, and I was like “Umm, you wouldn’t be hungry if you were HUNTERS and killed that mouse!”

Seriously, sometimes I feel like I need a TV show because this stuff can’t happen to other people. I swear it’s just us.