Cat and Mouse

The mouse poked his head out from his hidey-hole in the wall. I know that damn cat is out there somewhere, staking around. It’s way too quiet in the house for her not to be, He thought. He sniffed the air, and smelled the most mouth watering beef stew simmering in the kitchen. He could pick out the individual ingredients by their smell- peppers, onions, potatoes, carrots and… cheese! The smell was so strong and he was so hungry, it was very hard to resist. But recently the owner of the home, a frail old lady, had gotten a new pet cat to get rid of her biggest recent problem- him. She only had the cat for a few days, and he had already almost been eaten, most times dodging the cat’s hungry jaws just in time, and making it into his mouse hole. She wasn’t a small cat either. She was a big, hulking, almost feral cat. And he was small enough for her to swallow him whole, which she tried to do on several occasions. He shuddered at the thought. He would much prefer a quick, painless bite to the neck if given choice, but being swallowed alive?

Stupid senile old hag, He thought. The old woman had put the cat’s food and water right next to his home, in addition to a few mouse traps which of course failed to fool him. The cat normally slept on the nearby mantle over the fireplace, with one eye open towards his mouse hole. She was absent at this moment, however, which gave him an idea.
He thought for a moment and then put his plan into action. He slowly crept out of his hole, and watched for sudden movements. He sniffed the air one more time to try to catch the scent of the cat, but didn’t smell anything, which was surprising since he could usually smell the cat’s tuna breath from across the living room. Hmm, maybe she was taken to the vet, He thought. I still had better be cautious.

The mouse dashed under a nearby loveseat, where he could scope for possible threats to his dinner plans. The cat was nowhere in sight, but the inviting looking crock pot full of beef stew certainly was. His mouth watered as he was drawn towards the kitchen.

It wasn’t long after he left the safety of the loveseat did he abruptly felt a tug on his tail. Something was on top of it. The mouse was overcome with fear and felt sick to his stomach. He whirled around, and, sure enough, the cat was smirking at him as she held down his tail with one paw.

He struggled and pulled and wriggled around, to no avail. The cat had caught him.

“Well well well. Look at the tasty little morsel we have here, a yummy mouse!” The cat proclaimed.

The mouse squeaked “No, please! Just let me go, and I’ll go back to my mouse hole and we can forget this all hap…”

His sentence was interrupted by a massive growl originating from the cat’s stomach.

A drop of sweat ran down the mouse’s face. He violently tugged and pulled and squirmed as hard as he could, but the cat just tightened her grip further.

“I’m hungry little mouse, and you’re going to be my meal for the evening” She said as she stared into the scared mouse’s eyes and licked her chops.

“Ahhh!” He squeaked, as she lifted him up by his tail and dangled him over her wide, open jaws. He looked down into her throat and shuddered.

“Ohh please end it quickly, not like this!” He squealed.

The cat laughed, to his dismay. “Ha ha, silly mouse. Then it wouldn’t be as much fun."

He wiggled around as she lowered him further toward his demise. She licked his soft fur with her rough, scaly feeling tongue.

He didn’t even have time to flinch as her entire mouth quickly closed around his whole body, squeezing him tightly in her jaws. He squirmed around uselessly as he felt her tongue continue to taste him, and she rolled him around inside her warm, moist mouth.

Then she started pushing him toward the back of her throat with her tongue. At that moment, true fear struck the mouse as he became hyper aware of his immanent fate: being digested alive by a cat. He squiggled around more violently but it still did no good. She pushed him further toward the back of her throat, and then gave a loud GULP, sending the mouse toward her stomach with no going back.

He squinted as the cat’s throat muscles pushed him deeper. He couldn’t see, but he could feel the moisture and could smell her stomach juices; where he would end up. It felt like an eternity as he was guided down her throat, being pushed along by strong, squeezing muscles.

Then his head poked out into the entrance to her stomach and slid inside. He instantly felt the stinging of the acids against his skin, and felt tightening all around him. It seemed that he filled her up quite nicely, as he fit her stomach perfectly. The stomach squeezed and clenched as it worked to digest the mouse’s body. The lack of oxygen caused him to fade in and out. Good, I won’t have to burn up to death, I’ll just pass out. Maybe it won’t be so bad…
He heard (and felt) the cat’s stomach gurgle in satisfaction at its new filling meal, as he faded into unconsciousness.