Half Mouse Without Cat
There it was - half a mouse lying on the lawn. A grey little reminisence of an earlier today living being. The grey-and-brown cat called Lillepus left the stage, her theatre of death, satisfied with her meal and with her demonstration of the noble skill of killing. She didn't leave the mouse a chanse, playing with her, throwing the unlucky creature from paw to paw, from claw to claw. Not a chance for the animal toy.
Lillepus walks away lightly and elegantly like a lady - until she sees a little grey bird falling down from the nest in the oak tree. She jumps and catches the little bird, plays with it, kills it and eats a little...
Thus she goes on every day - and I praise my destiny as a lucky man because the cat is mine, and not the opposite...
Knut
