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Guero - 3. The Cowardly Lion Part 2

Guero was 7 or 8 when this happened.

The Cowardly Lion Part 2

“Ah!”

The scream of my sister prompted me to jump from my bed and run towards her bedroom, followed closely behind by my parents and brother. We found her in her bathroom that led off from her room. She was standing at the sink, her toothbrush clutched in hand, as she stared wide-eyed at the corner of the bathroom.

My mother asked, “¿Ana, que pasó?”

She turned towards us, and said shakily, “Th-there was a mouse!”

When she screamed, the mouse had ran off, so we spent ten minutes looking throughout the bathroom and the bedroom, looking for it, before my mother stopped us.

“Mis hijos, es muy tarde,” that was her way of telling us that we needed to go to sleep. But, my sister was still concerned about the mouse.

My mom told her, “Mi hija, temenos los gatos.”

That calmed Ana down. We had five cats at the time, so that mouse was definitely not going to live to see another day, especially if Chiquita had any say about it. She was the most… predatory… when playing with her toys. So, it wouldn’t surprise me at all to see her having the mouse within her grasp by morning.

With that, we all headed to bed, assured that the mouse would be cat food.

***

When morning arrived, I got up and went to the food bowls near the laundry room, to feed the cats. But after I had poured the food in their bowls, the cats didn’t show up. That’s odd, they usually dashed over when they heard the cat food being poured.

Then, my sister ran towards me, “Drew! Come quick, you have to see this!” I followed her back to her bedroom, and she led me to the far corner… where all the cats were!

My sister turned me, and said, “You won’t believe who caught the mouse?”

Wait, what? Isn’t it Chiquita? But no, she was the ones looking in the corner. So… who did catch the mouse?

When I saw who did, my jaw dropped.

There, before my eyes, the mouse clamped within his jaws was Guero! If that shock wasn’t enough, when Chiquita took a step near Guero and the mouse, Guero growled at her!

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Guero is usually a pretty mellow cat, and for him to growl has left me speechless.

Then again, even the mellowest of cats can become a lion when defending his prize, and Guero was no different, for at that moment, he looked every bit the proud lion.

Notes:
1. I changed my sister's name for privacy reasons.
2. "que pasó" is Spanish for "what happened."
3. "Mis hijos, es muy tarde" is Spanish for "my children, it's late."
4. "Mi hija, tenemos los gatos" is Spanish for "my daughter, we have cats."
Copyright © 2017 Drew Espinosa; All Rights Reserved.
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lol my cat used to be very protective and proud of his prizes too.  Count yourself lucky he didn't decide you looked hungry and left you 'breakfast' on your comforter.  Pud would sometimes try to bring a mouse or bird into the house and set them at my feet... his contribution to dinner. 

 

Good for Guero: protecting his prize.  I'm sure he looked every bit a king at that moment 🦁

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4 hours ago, LitLover said:

lol my cat used to be very protective and proud of his prizes too.  Count yourself lucky he didn't decide you looked hungry and left you 'breakfast' on your comforter.  Pud would sometimes try to bring a mouse or bird into the house and set them at my feet... his contribution to dinner. 

 

Good for Guero: protecting his prize.  I'm sure he looked every bit a king at that moment 🦁

Lol, none of my cats have ever brought me a present. :lol: And Guero did look like a King that morning. :heart: Thanks Lit! :hug: 

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4 hours ago, mogwhy said:

nice! so  many memories. i think mousies as we call them, bring out the lion in most cats. i've only seen one cat being chased by a mouse, but that cat was strange. she was scared of the dark, heights and even her own tail scared her.

A cat running away from a mouse? :blink: She must be the feline version of the Courage the Cowardly Dog. :gikkle: 

Thanks moggy! :hug: 

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2 hours ago, dughlas said:

Guy, my son's cat, was a great mouser. I hadn't thought of him in a while so thank you for stirring my memory. Thank you as well for sharing your memories with us.

I'm just glad that these chapters are summoning memories of your own and your family's pets. I didn't expect for this story to have such an impact. Thank you Dugh. :hug: 

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Way to go, Guero! I had a cat who used to play with the mice he caught... I'd walk in the barn and he growl if I came too close... hated seeing a mouse just sitting there waiting to die... I'd yell and he'd pick it up and run with it. My son loved that cat... he was young and didn't know any better, and insisted on naming him 'Pussy' when he was just a kitten... I would go into hysterics every time I heard him calling that damn cat :gikkle: . Great job, buddy... cheers... Gary....

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19 hours ago, Headstall said:

Way to go, Guero! I had a cat who used to play with the mice he caught... I'd walk in the barn and he growl if I came too close... hated seeing a mouse just sitting there waiting to die... I'd yell and he'd pick it up and run with it. My son loved that cat... he was young and didn't know any better, and insisted on naming him 'Pussy' when he was just a kitten... I would go into hysterics every time I heard him calling that damn cat :gikkle: . Great job, buddy... cheers... Gary....

:lmao::rofl: Thanks for that Gary, this just made my day! :D 

 

Thanks Gary! :glomp: 

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