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Yesterday I bought the furkids an electric mouse. You put a little battery in it, turn it on, and it runs frantically around the floor going "Squeak! Squeak!" The wheels are mounted off center, so as it runs around it also bounces up and down. Very realistic action and looks.
The mouse was in a sack of other items, and I completely forgot about it until late. Patty and I were on the couch, recliners extended, more or less watching the tube. She was sound asleep (and stinky! I couldn't get her to take a shower) with various critters sacked out on the couch between us and Mac on her lap. All except Patty looked up when I fetched the mouse and set it down on the floor in front of the couch. She kept serenading the rafters.
When I turned on that mouse and set it down, all three little hairy varmint critters attacked. Mac was the last to spring, and he woke Patty jumping from her lap. She wasn't wearing her glasses, without which she can't see squat, and it took her a second to fully awaken. However, when she saw that mouse running around and squeaking with all three critters trying to catch it, she went bananas. She yanked her feet up, but that didn't help, because Cherokee grabbed the mouse by the tail and ran to present his "trophy" to Mama.
I swear she must have awakened the dead for miles around. She was cringing in her seat as far back as she could get and waving her paws. . .uh, hands at Cherokee, who by now was perched on the couch with his front paws on Patty's chest, trying to present her with this frantically squirming, squeaking mouse. Then Mac jumped up in her lap barking his little brain out trying to "help." Sam was doing her part trying to take the mouse away from Cherokee. With all three critters in her lap, all bouncing and leaping and biting and snarling and raising a ruckus in general, she wouldn't even open her eyes. She just screamed.
As Madam was obviously about to go into some serious hysterics, I rescued her. The last I saw of her as I rather quickly left the room with mouse in hand and critters chasing me trying to get it back, she was balefully glaring at each and every miscreant trying to decide which one to scalp first.
My, she gets agitated over the least little thing.
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