Bedtime excitement

By Benny Huckleberry as told to Liz Hoffmann | Jul 16, 2020

I’ve probably mentioned to you in the past that I live with three cats. My human adopted two of them and found the third dumped in the woods when he was a tiny kitten. That was almost 17 years ago and so he’s a senior now and he’s my favorite. I do love them all, but the youngest cat often irritates me. Her name is Mrs. Peel. She’s solid black, nine years old, and is quite the character. She’s got a huge personality and attitude to match. She’s always meowing, making comments and demanding things.

My human named her Mrs. Peel after the lead character in the Avengers television series; a show that ran back in the late 1960s. That was my human’s favorite show and the original Mrs. Peel was played by Diana Rigg. Like the Mrs. Peel in the show, my Mrs. Peel struts around like she’s wearing high heels and a black leather “cat” suit. She’s also very smart, cunning and in control. Come to think of it, the only real difference between my Mrs. Peel and the TV version is that mine doesn’t drive a Lotus Elan and carry a pistol. Or at least I don’t think so.

Anyway, I digress.

So, last night there was quite a bit of bedtime excitement here thanks to Mrs. Peel. It was about 10 p.m. and we were all getting ready to turn in. My human was in bed, and I was lying next to her. We were extremely relaxed and sleepy. Then, right before it was lights out, Mrs. Peel comes prancing into the room. My human looks at her and notices she is carrying something.

“Mrs. Peel, what do you have?”

It’s typical for Mrs. Peel to respond with a loud meow, but she couldn’t since her mouth was full. She jumps onto the bed and runs over to my human. Then she proceeds to drop a very lively mouse right into my human’s lap! A live mouse! Needless to say, I’ve never seen my human move that fast. She jumped straight up off the bed and into the air! My human ended up on the floor next to the bed while the mouse ran off. It was quite the scene. After my human recovered, she then spent the next two hours crawling around on her hands and knees trying to locate the mouse. And while all this was going on, Mrs. Peel simply lay on the bed, observed my human, and groomed herself. I think she felt that her work was done.

My human often jokes that we all work for Mrs. Peel and that she’s the boss. My human may laugh when she says this, but I don’t find it funny. I don’t want to be subservient to a cat, especially since I have 60 pounds on her. Also, I would never be so ill-advised as to get involved with mice. I just don’t get it. I can’t imagine it’s much fun to hunt mice, to hold them between your teeth and hear them squeak. Yikes! I would never do it. Further, why would Mrs. Peel think it was a good idea to bring a mouse to my human in bed? Was it a gift? At 10 p.m. at night? From everything that I know about Mrs. Peel, she doesn’t give gifts, she only expects them.

Anyway, it’s been three days since the mouse incident and we still don’t know where the mouse is. And, Mrs. Peel certainly isn’t telling. I’ve learned my lesson though and that is to never underestimate your siblings. Just when you think you know everything about them, they can surprise you in new ways. I am almost afraid of what Mrs. Peel will come up with next.

With love,

Benny H.

Benny H. is a 7-year-old mixed-breed dog who enjoys writing, meeting new people, and providing companionship to his loving adopter, Liz Hoffmann. They live in Connecticut. Liz has extensive experience in sales, marketing, and opening her heart to shelter animals.

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