Yesterday afternoon, just as I was setting out on a walk around the park, I saw Cham Cham pounce and grab a wee timorous beastie of a mouse who let out one last squeak of true despair. This happened in my front patch and I saw it through the jaali of the front door, stifling my own squeak of horror at this evidence of Cham Cham's residual tigerish genes. Then, not unlike his more magnificient jungli cousins, Cham Cham plodded off to the side, with the (presumably dead) mouse gently clutched in his mouth. But all was not over yet.
When he dropped the fella for the feast to follow, the mouse scampered off under the small raddi cupboard for newspapers. Cham Cham squeezed in after him, tail slashing, paw swiping, waving his ginger balls in the air. This went on for a bit, with me watching from a side window and not daring to step out. Suddenly, the mouse scarpered - off! Gone, and Cham Cham didn't even know. Kept trying to claw him out from under the cupboard. Finally gave up. I stepped out, and the poor fellow looked at me and began a plaintive lament, walking back and forth between me and the cupboard, quite clearly saying waaah. While I rejoiced for the mouse, I also told Cham Cham sternly: "you're a dodo." And left for my walk.
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