There is a particular pattern of movement that is specific to active pursuit of a mouse. It is not duplicated when Perrine is stalking the mouse, investigating a noise, playing with a toy, watching birds, or pouncing on my toes under the blanket. She only moves in that exact way when the mouse is both in sight an within reach ... and usually within reach because she's already caught it once and has released it to play with.
I know what that pattern of movement feels like when the bed shakes because Perrine has just brought a mouse to my bed to play with. Asleep, I know that pattern of movement. It's one of the few stimuli that reliably wake me up (the impending hairball noise is another). As I said, it's quite distinct from the ways she moves at other times.
I am suddenly, and rather prematurely, very much awake. This morning's mouse -- about half grown, I think, from the size of it -- has gotten away into a place neither Perrine nor I can reach. I almost caught it myself twice, between Perrine's arrival in the bedroom with her live toy in her teeth and the time it beat both of us to the too-narrow place. Perrine did catch it twice more in that time, but let it go again both times, of course. *sigh* I needed the sleep, dammit.
At least I caught the one she brought in while I was sleeping a few days ago. Why couldn't she be one of the cats that uses the bathtub for playing with her prey, instead of the bed? (I know, I know, it's probably because I don't sleep in the bathtub.) Let's see how long it takes before I manage to convince myself I can ignore the knowledge that the mousie is uncaught in the bedrrom so I can get back to sleep.
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One time, she brought a live chipmunk into the house just as I was about to leave to go to a wedding. Another time, she brought a live bird into the bedroom in the wee hours of the morning, just after we had done refreshments for a dance weekend. We were exhausted and had only had about 3-4 hours sleep by that point.
This makes me glad to no longer have an outdoor cat. That, plus the fact that they are safer. Our poor Zoey got hit by a car, in the parking lot just outside our home.
I'm with you, though, with regard to waking stimuli. Zoey's distinctive meow would wake me up instantly, even from all the way downstairs, and it reliably jolted me out of bed every single time. I knew that the chances of catching her before she dropped her prey anywhere were much, much, better if I acted immediately. Nowadays, the hairball hacking wakes me up very quickly, but it doesn't quite have the same urgency as prey.
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Our mighty huntress [total mouse kills to date: Sato 17, Stojko 3, Skye and Frenchy 0, and 2 unknown] growls when she has a mouse in hand, or nearby. Her normal meow is very high-pitched, so it's very funny to suddenly hear this low throaty "grrr... this is MY mouse... grrr... YOU get your OWN mouse" sound coming out of her.
This makes me glad to no longer have an outdoor cat. That, plus the fact that they are safer. Our poor Zoey got hit by a car, in the parking lot just outside our home.
Yeah :( . I grew up in the country with my dad insisting that the cats had to be outside because it's "natural", and two of my favorite cats were both killed by cars. Now, we do have a fenced-in back yard, but since a certain cat can still escape by shinnying up an 8 foot fencepost like a lumberjack on speed...
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I'm sorry to hear that you've lost some cats to cars, as well. We got Mocha (previous icon) only a month or two after we lost Zoey. She came to us as a declawed, indoor kitty, so it was easy to decide not to let her out. Minikin (this icon) was a stray who we found outside our house. She doesn't seem to mind being kept indoors. Zoey would never have let us do that, though. She was determined to be an outdoor kitty, and would have been miserable if we hadn't let her go outside.
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See, she's doing such a good job of teaching you to hunt, she must've figured you were ready for the advanced course. :)
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I wish Meowth would learn to hunt the Tree roaches that fly into the house and not turn them into play toys.
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I know when he's got one, because he gets them cornered and pokes at them, making these sort of "Mrr... Mrr... Mrrp..." noises, and/or I hear *THWUMP* (sound of 15lb, clumsy cat pouncing) *skitterskitterskitter* *Eeeek!* (the mice really do make about that sound). Gah. Please let me have moved out of here by the time mouse season rolls around again...