In case you’re having trouble believed this, I can assure you that this is 100% true. Years ago I had not one but four cats who was absolutely terrified of the little rodents.
I found a mouse, a very small mouse at that, sitting on the wheel of my car in the garage. I managed to scoop the little one up in my hand and since Pitou was an indoor cat, I thought I’d introduce him to a bit of wildlife. I had no intention of letting Pitou eat the little mouse, I just wanted to show him before setting the little mouse free.
I found Pitou in the kitchen, eating his breakfast. I approached him and crouched down. When I held out my closed, cupped hands to him, he stopped eating to take a whiff.
I could see right away that he didn’t like what he was smelling. This was something new, something unknown and something he clearly didn’t trust.
When I opened my hands a bit, so Pitou could take a closer look at my catch, he took off like a bow from an arrow. He sprinted across the kitchen, through the living room, down the hallway, and into my bedroom.
Well that didn’t work out the way I had planned it.
I wondered how the other cats would react to the mouse. I found Rocky, Fluffy and Husky huddled together on the sofa.
“Hi guys,” I said, “wanna see something?”
All three of them lifted their heads, barely managing to keep their eyes open.
When I showed them what I had in my hands, they were suddenly wide awake and did exactly what Pitou had done … my three stooges flew from the room as if the devil were on their heels.
In my room, none of the cats were to be seen, until I looked under the bed where four pairs of eyes were glaring back at me, all of them looking terrified.
Well I never, what kind of cats were these? Afraid of a little mouse.