no, not that kind of catwalk
The great orange hunter was already on the prowl when Pook and I began our daily hike. We made it a fair ways out back and was scanning the corn field for deer when an orange streak passed me and then froze on Pook’s flank. Stewy had joined us.

We advanced to the stone wall. Pook was looking to go farther, I was looking for moss or lichens and Stewy was looking for anything that moved.

Pook got what she was looking for, it was her walk after all. Unfortunately for her, with Stewy along the hike would have to be cut short. We would go no further than the upper section of the corn field. I didn’t want to lead Stewy too far away from home. Cats are too easily distracted and I didn’t want to searching the woods looking for him when (not if) he got sidetracked. Pookey would have to get her fill of sniffing around in the corn stubble. Stewy lost interest quickly, he couldn’t see what the dog was so excited about.

While I stood waiting for the dog, Stewy resumed his search in the tree line at the edge of the field. It only took him a minute to find someone to play with. He had caught a mouse and had already taught it to play dead before I could get there.

The mouse was fine. It figured playing dead was the best survival tactic and in a way the mouse was correct. If it didn’t move Stewy might lose interest in playing tag. What the mouse didn’t consider was Stewy thinking the break in play must mean it was time for lunch. mmmm mouse

I took pity on the mouse. It wasn’t anywhere near the house and was minding it’s own business when we came along. Stewy wasn’t too displeased when I picked him up and carried him away from his prey. Like I said, cats are easily distracted and he was off busy chasing a wind blown leaf as soon as I set him down. When I looked back the mouse was gone. I’m sure it felt a great sense of relief as it scampered away. Good thing the mouse wasn’t wearing pants.










