Noll the Hunter

As My Own cleaned
our sand boxes and throw rugs, 
...and shampooed the bathroom carpet
 (OK, sometimes we gets turned around and
perch over the sides of our boxes),
I was busy cleaning up under my purple plum.
More and more holes appear,
Tunnels linking patches of herb and flower.
Signs of nibbling.
Smells like mischief.
I know what lurks nearby!
I have the patience to outwit.
When she came to check on me,
I surprised her with my prowess!
She asked me, "Is that the mousie that has
been chewing holes in the finches' thistle sock?"
Not that I asked.
I do not suffer interlopers
tunneling through my violets and catnip.
I just takes care of business.
She scooped me up,
proceeding to lavish me
 with chin skiritches,
and baby names.
Yes, I rock!
And now, I dine
on some flaked skipjack tuna:
My well earned reward.


Brian said...

Yes indeedy, youmrock fur sure!

dArtagnan Rumblepurr/Diego Hamlet Moonfur said...

Go Noll!

Sparkle said...

Great catch, Noll - and how awesome that you were properly rewarded!

The Island Cats said...

Wow, Noll! We are impressed with your hunting skills!!

moi said...

Good job Noll! Reward well deserve. =^..^=

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Angel and Kirby said...

Noll, you are a mighty hunter!

The Chair Speaks said...

Yes, Noll, you rock! Purrs!

(A)FSS and Alasandra said...

Happy Birthday Noll.