Now I’ve seen everything. Rosie, the Windsor Florist cat, has a new playmate and one that has come as a complete surprise. It’s a little baby mouse the owner has named Pip, as in pipsqueak since he’s the size of a walnut.
The interesting thing is, Rosie is a consummate mouser I’ve seen in gory action. Why this particular creature has been spared her expertise is one of those two-by-fours nature throws you, to keep you guessing.
The mouse sits by the heat way in the corner so you think you might be seeing things. Rosie, also a heat lover, perches in front like a furry barricade.
This morning I tried hard to get it on film, but like any protector, Rosie refused to allow it chasing Pip who flew under the counter.
Peter, one of the workers said, the mouse has been in residence for over a week, an unheard of time for Rosie not to pounce her prey.
I thought about this becoming quite fascinated by it. Rosie is alone a lot…especially on the weekends, and maybe she just needs a companion. Yeah, okay…are you drinking again Susannah? This is not an Aesop’s Fable…but again, nature is full of surprises. The other day someone mentioned how lions who kill zebras and antelopes, adopt their babies. We’ve seen dogs and cats, raccoons and birds share food like they were at a soup kitchen.
The other day I saw cardinals and squirrels basking in the sun together like country neighbors.
I then say, when you consider all of that, what’s so strange about Pip and Rosie?
A reminder that even in the natural world, love is all you need.