Life18 Nov 2006 01:39 pm
Caterwauling at five AM, running and thumping. The cats have found a mouse, but don’t know what to do with it. The mouse is golfball-sized and terrified. Plover has trapped it in the fireplace and taps it gently with his paw. I grab a plastic bowl and prepare to clap it over the mouse. He makes a desperate escape into the cupboard. I apologize to the cat for mistrusting him. He’s been scratching at this cupboard for several days. The mouse is gone. The cats stare for awhile, then curl up in a ball together on the couch, grooming each other in congratulatory triumph at their splendid adventure.
November 18th, 2006 at 6:05 pm
I had a mouse too! Though mine escaped before I actually saw it and I have no cats to follow up with.
November 21st, 2006 at 3:21 pm
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November 22nd, 2006 at 6:19 pm
Must be mouse season. I’ve been battlin’ them here in Hawai’i for the past 3-4 weeks.
As a person who is unable to kill non-human animals, except for centipedes and praying mantis, I was in a real quandary as to deal with the situation.
Unfortunately, I finally did have to resort to WMD (Weapons of Mouse Destruction).
I won’t go into what I did here in your blog. Maybe I’ll write a story about it in mine just so I can get into a verbal wrestling match with animal rights activists who know absolutely nothing about me.
November 22nd, 2006 at 6:21 pm
Darn it, the heck!
“…as to how to deal with…”
I hate it when I braindrop words.