My little Hunter

None of my cats is particularly fond of cold and wet weather. They all become couch potatoes during winter which is why my guestroom has itself converted entirely into a "cats room". Just as well that no one comes to stay overnight right now. We just wouldn't have the space with all the different kind of cat beds in that room. Apart from baskets and chairs we've got a KatKube and an indoor Katkabin both of which Max is very fond. Harry, when he sleeps upstairs prefers my bed where he manages to make himself really long and I have to try to sqeeze myself in so to not to disturb him. He gets quite grumpy if you do. I did notice, the older he gets the more he is settled in his little ways - does this remind you of something?
We have two sofas in the living room and Harry insists of having the 2seater to himself. If I sit on it he will pester me till I give up. No one sits on the other one - no idea why - so I sit on the floor while Harry spreads himself on the sofa. By the way, he will not get off it till it's time for his last run around the block before bed time.
Oscar basically can fall asleep anywhere and as there are lots of possibilities in the house I find myself usually searching for him because he might prefer the laundry basket that evening and hides underneath the clothes.

Now with the weather getting warmer Mother Nature produces new off spring for all kind of animals that are just made to hunt for if you are a cat and are fond of the occassional takeaway. The problem of course is that it needs to be killed first which Oscar prefers to do at home. Preferably on my white carpets.
Once he has fetched them - and Harry does exactly the same thing - they run past me as fast as they can, very well aware that I do not share their enthusiasm quite the opposite and I do yell and try to get them out of the house. It's not always working and I'm afraid, if this mouse is a bit bigger I don't even want to get near it or pass it for that matter so I go on the sofa and hope that it's going to be over soon. If I'm unlucky they are actually manage to loose it - that's the worst szenario and at one time I had to fetch a neighbour to help me to fetch it ourselves.

One morning I cought Oscar just in time and managed to close the door on him and I literally had to barrikade the catflap because this clever little tearaway doesn't take "no" for an answer. He is the only one of my cats who can get in the house with the catflap closed. As I said, he is quite clever and inventive.
He tried for quite some time to come in with that mouse still attached to his teeth but this time I did not let him.
Now can you guess what he did next?
No? Here it goes: As the cat flap is through the wall of the house there is quite a bit of a passway between one door and the other. Oscar pushed his mouse inside that space and comes to the back door all innocent - no mouse. Which made me believe he had given up on it and I opened the door for him and removed the barrikade in front of the flap. Oscar jumped into through the catflap and fingered his mouse from the inside. I just couldn't believe what I was watching.
Oscar found a way to get pass me and have his mouse in the house.
I can tell you, I am not falling for that one again.