Off the Mark by Mark Parisi for December 11, 2023

You had one job, kitty. Kills and keeps mice away!

That’s almost as fun as chasing them yourselves.

♫♪ He’s makin’ a list ♫♪ He’s checkin’ it twice ♫♪ He’s gonna find out who oughta get mice ♫♪

Oh, how thoughtful!

Mice are the gift that keep giving. Until they die. (And not from boredom.)

Now, kitties, go catch those mice.

REAL MICE! EEEK!!!

Time for them to get something different for themselves …

… like a new (different) cat.

It’s the thought that counts.

“Because I thought they weren’t happy with the dead ones anymore!”

I have had my cat bring me both live and dead mice. She brought me eight on the same day one time. But since I nabbed each one as she brought it to my feet, I never had quite so many scooting around me at the same time.

I had on who liked to bring live rodents or birds at 3 am, “Here, this is a fun toy. You want to play with it for a while?”

That’s better than a litter of kittens. Surprise!!!

Toy mice under the tree are now irrelevant.

Ha! There’s a lot to be said for sticking to tradition.

Mice are nice.

Actually, Ninja Sloth would take care of this.

♪ Now a creature was stirring, now even a mouse. ♪

I’m thinking they’re gonna re-gift them…if they can catch ’em, that is!

Reminds me of “The Cat Returns.”

Yeah, my neighborhood alpha coyote brought me a possum once. It was alive, too….

It’s so much fun watching them dance with the mice.