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Had a spot of excitement tonight.
Husband called out to come quick and help ... catch a mouse!
It appears our cat caught a little mouse outside, brought it into the house and was playing with it. The mouse didn't like the game. My husband happened upon this scene and decided to catch the mouse himself and get rid of it somehow (I hope to the great outdoors, but maybe he had other plans of a less benevolent nature).
Naturally the mouse ran away to hide behind the living room wall unit. He's faster than my husband. And smaller and more nimble.
Which is the point at which I was summoned. 2 adults, one teenager and a cat looking for a tiny scared mouse.
We pulled the wall unit a bit away from the wall and there was the itsy bitsy mouse, scared, tangled in the mess of wires from sound system and wall unit lights.
We quite felt he was trapped and could go nowhere but out into our open arms ... errr... towel tented on the floor ready to catch him.
Flashlight shining right on him, his little eyes shining scared.... he's got no place to hide... and then poof! He's gone. Vanished.
We pulled the wall unit completely out, inspected everything, wall, floor, baseboards, outlets, back of wall unit. No hidey hole. Nothing.
Hurrah for one little mouse, he's got one more day to live. Husband fit to be tied though! Son laughing his head off. Me, feeling sorry for the little fella and his eventual fate. His fur had a lovely sheen. I looked him right in the eyes! I couldn't wish him dead! Out of the house, yes, but not dead! A living mouse is cuter than a dead mouse.
Anyway, big mystery where he disappeared. Cat is very nonchalant about it. He lost interest as soon as the mouse vanished. Stupid cat!
Daughter just came home, fierce, black belt champion karateka that she is, screaming hysterically that the mouse is sure to be wherever she may go herself, most probably in her bed, or maybe in her shoes....or in the fridge.... of course, she never did look him in the eyes like I did.
So off I go tomorrow to buy mouse traps.
Husband called out to come quick and help ... catch a mouse!
It appears our cat caught a little mouse outside, brought it into the house and was playing with it. The mouse didn't like the game. My husband happened upon this scene and decided to catch the mouse himself and get rid of it somehow (I hope to the great outdoors, but maybe he had other plans of a less benevolent nature).
Naturally the mouse ran away to hide behind the living room wall unit. He's faster than my husband. And smaller and more nimble.
Which is the point at which I was summoned. 2 adults, one teenager and a cat looking for a tiny scared mouse.
We pulled the wall unit a bit away from the wall and there was the itsy bitsy mouse, scared, tangled in the mess of wires from sound system and wall unit lights.
We quite felt he was trapped and could go nowhere but out into our open arms ... errr... towel tented on the floor ready to catch him.
Flashlight shining right on him, his little eyes shining scared.... he's got no place to hide... and then poof! He's gone. Vanished.
We pulled the wall unit completely out, inspected everything, wall, floor, baseboards, outlets, back of wall unit. No hidey hole. Nothing.
Hurrah for one little mouse, he's got one more day to live. Husband fit to be tied though! Son laughing his head off. Me, feeling sorry for the little fella and his eventual fate. His fur had a lovely sheen. I looked him right in the eyes! I couldn't wish him dead! Out of the house, yes, but not dead! A living mouse is cuter than a dead mouse.
Anyway, big mystery where he disappeared. Cat is very nonchalant about it. He lost interest as soon as the mouse vanished. Stupid cat!
Daughter just came home, fierce, black belt champion karateka that she is, screaming hysterically that the mouse is sure to be wherever she may go herself, most probably in her bed, or maybe in her shoes....or in the fridge.... of course, she never did look him in the eyes like I did.
So off I go tomorrow to buy mouse traps.
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