Taking care of business - Tucker and Pete

When living with cats there are always those moments when you don't have your camera handy. You just have to watch and enjoy. This happened one day out in the yard with Tucker and Pete. If you haven't checked my other blog posts about these two, I will just say they were two litter brothers that were full on orange. If you ever have had an orange cat you know exactly what I mean.

Tucker and PeteTucker, the playful hunter of the pair, was always on patrol. He treated the yard as his own personal game preserve, and his chasing drive is unmatched. Squirrels scampering up trees, birds daring to land on the plants, and any bug or bee foolish enough to fly within range of his paws are all fair game. Of course, "game" is the operative word. For Tucker, it was always play first, kill second. 

Pete on the other hand was all business. I never worried if Pete was stationed anywhere in the basement for a period of time. He was always watching patiently waiting for movement. It was like he smelled them. He was known to do the same thing outside as well. Whatever it was never lived long with Pete. I think the mice that lived in the garage for a short time probably decided to leave due to Pete's steady stare.

While I was out working in my park like yard with my trusted kitty brothers keeping an eye on me, there was a commotion. After a bit I saw Tucker playing with something and went over to look and sure enough he had found a mouse. Being Tucker he was batting it around, throwing it up in the air, just having fun with the poor thing. Well, Pete was not having any of that. He boldly walked over to it and slapped it to the ground with all his weight. It was almost like Tucker had his mouth open and saying "Hey, I was playing with that!" Pete sitting by the now dead mouse saying "No that is what you do with that" No play all business. They sat by it for a minute and then Tucker took off to find some other moving thing to play with outside of Pete's watchful eye. Pete watched me take the poor dead mouse away and I felt he was saying "Did my job Mom!" and "My brother needs to know when it is playtime and when it is not."

I am not sure if it would have been possible to catch that all on camera or video. Sometimes I think telling the story and remembering is better than a picture.