R.I.P. Fucker Mouse

Mommy bought me a new catnip-filled mouse!!! I am so very happy that I have trained her so well, to replace the toys I lose or otherwise massacre. We are still not certain where the one she purchased LAST Sunday ended up, and frankly, I am not quite sure where I put the one she gave me an hour ago. ... 8-)

I did manage to kill Fucker Mouse yesterday. Fucker Mouse is a fuzzy, pretty mouse attached to a fishing-rod-type contraption, which Mommy dangles and I jump up and try to kill ... kind of like a pinata without the blindfold. Not sure why she calls it Fucker Mouse ... I'd sooner call it "Fucked Mouse," because I found it in its hiding place in the hall closet, and well, I ate the mouse. Now it's a stick with a string and a couple of fuzzies I wasn't able to polish off.