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A guest post with Marshmellow

 Editor’s note: Good morning dear friends. This is a guest post by my dear friend Marshmellow, The cat who travels. Marshmellow lives on the boat Mojito. Her typist Patricia blogs at Mojioto and me.


Photo credit, Marshmellow

Photo credit: Marshmellow. In Cagliari, Sardinia

A Game of Cat and Mouse – Teaching Kittens New Tricks –
Stories from Abroad – as told by Marshmallow, the Cat Who Travels

My name is Marshmallow, and don’t you dare laugh at my name. I was rescued like my friend Pooh.

When my human mother died I decided to travel the world, writing about my adventures. I like laying in the sun with a cocktail—milk, with a dash of cream, shaken, not stirred—and a good book.

Currently I’m reading the Emperor Series by Conn Iggulden. It’s a story of the life of Julius Caesar and very good too. I’m in Rome at the moment and it helps to know the history of the places you plan on visiting. Did you know that Julius Caesar married Cleopatra in Egypt and that cats were seen as gods and that they had their own temples where humans looked after them? That sounds like the kind of life I can get used to.

Oh, I forgot, we have a life like that. Silly me.

Traveling allows me to meet many cats, all with stories to tell. Which brings me to these kittens and their mother, I met in Cagliari, Sardinia.

Strolling down the sidewalk, on a lazy sunny afternoon, I saw them. Sitting on a box, the mother and her two kittens and believe it or not, mice. White and black mice climbing all over them, playing with their whiskers, annoying them endlessly.

I could see the mother cat wished she could take a swipe at them. I felt sorry for her, trying her best to ignore them. The kittens, however enjoyed their little play mates crawling all over them.

The human man with them wanted a few pieces of silver from me for taking photographs. I paid and padded up close, dropping on my haunches, I peered intently at the mice.

Do you know, they were really pretty, with tiny feet and twitching noses, beady black yes and smiling faces. Their coats shiny, they were obviously well looked after by the weird human. The kittens and their mother likewise well-groomed.

Next time I might think twice about eating a mouse.  They make good slaves and can keep a cat amused for hours…then you can eat them.

Photo credit -Marshmellow

Photo credit: Marshmellow

What do you think about having a mouse or two as pets?

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