The other night, one of my cats brought in a mouse. It escaped for a moment and seemed to be salvageable so I thought I’d salvage it. Unfortunately, my cat (Smudge) also had the same idea and grabbed the mouse before I could get to him.
This is not my cat, by the way. Mine is a hundred times more handsome. And very determined.
So there I was with this wretched cat clamped between my knees and my left hand cupped under his mouth ready to catch the mouse when he eventually let go or loosened his grip, at least.
And I waited. And I waited.
And all the time Smudge is doing this furious growling thing.
And I waited. And I tried to lever his jaws open, to no avail.
So, in desperation, I held his nose.
That’s right – I held a cat’s nose.
And eventually, he dropped the mouse and I released it outside.
There – you heard it here first. I have held a cat’s nose.
You know, the worst of it is, this actually enhances my CV. God! I’m so proud of myself!