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Our Mouser
Nov. 30th, 2006 11:26 amOur Mouser (that would be Munchkin) caught another mouse today, but alas she released it back into that wild (that would be our house).
We've had a mouse in our house for several weeks. The cats have been acting funny (which is to say, funnier than usual) and Kimberly caught a glance of him one day. I'd been saying that we needed to get a new humane mouse trap because our inhumane mouse traps weren't doing the job. ("We have inhumane mouse traps?" Kimberly queried. I pointed at the cats.)
Well today I'm sitting in my office and I hear from the hallway, *mworw*, which I immediately recognize as the I've-got-something-in-my-mouth cat sound. Now mind you, it's usually Cobweb who makes that sound, because she's come up with some psychotic idea that as soon as Kimberly leaves the house (and she just had), she should grab one of her play-mice in her mouth, and carry it around *mworw*ing until someone acknowledges her. So I assumed that's what it was.
But somehow the *mworw* sounded wrong, so I got up, saying, "Are you OK, honey?"
Walking out to the sun room I see Munchkin there, and I think this is very odd, because she never plays the I'm-carrying-a-fake-mouse game. In fact the only time I ever heard her make that noise was when she caught one of our last *real* mice.
...
She starts running away from me then, and sure enough there's a tail sticking out of her mouth. I go chasing after her, trying to get her to stop running, and she carries me down the stairs, at which point she releases the mouse on the bottom landing.
Cobweb and Munchkin then tried to keep poor scared-to-death mouse cornered on the landing while I went to grab a cup to carry him up to the park in, but our cats just aren't the best hunters in the world. The mouse managed to outwit the two of them, and made a beeline for the living room where it escaped under the couches.
We then played flip-the-couches for five or ten minutes, and I managed to turn the mouse up one more time, but then he escaped altogether.
Mind you, after all that I wouldn't be surprised if the poor thing crawled into a hole in the wall and died of a heart-attack.
So, Munchkin is a Mouser. Kinda.
And we really need to get those humane mouse traps because our inhumane mouse traps aren't doing the job.
(They got a treat each anyway.)
We've had a mouse in our house for several weeks. The cats have been acting funny (which is to say, funnier than usual) and Kimberly caught a glance of him one day. I'd been saying that we needed to get a new humane mouse trap because our inhumane mouse traps weren't doing the job. ("We have inhumane mouse traps?" Kimberly queried. I pointed at the cats.)
Well today I'm sitting in my office and I hear from the hallway, *mworw*, which I immediately recognize as the I've-got-something-in-my-mouth cat sound. Now mind you, it's usually Cobweb who makes that sound, because she's come up with some psychotic idea that as soon as Kimberly leaves the house (and she just had), she should grab one of her play-mice in her mouth, and carry it around *mworw*ing until someone acknowledges her. So I assumed that's what it was.
But somehow the *mworw* sounded wrong, so I got up, saying, "Are you OK, honey?"
Walking out to the sun room I see Munchkin there, and I think this is very odd, because she never plays the I'm-carrying-a-fake-mouse game. In fact the only time I ever heard her make that noise was when she caught one of our last *real* mice.
...
She starts running away from me then, and sure enough there's a tail sticking out of her mouth. I go chasing after her, trying to get her to stop running, and she carries me down the stairs, at which point she releases the mouse on the bottom landing.
Cobweb and Munchkin then tried to keep poor scared-to-death mouse cornered on the landing while I went to grab a cup to carry him up to the park in, but our cats just aren't the best hunters in the world. The mouse managed to outwit the two of them, and made a beeline for the living room where it escaped under the couches.
We then played flip-the-couches for five or ten minutes, and I managed to turn the mouse up one more time, but then he escaped altogether.
Mind you, after all that I wouldn't be surprised if the poor thing crawled into a hole in the wall and died of a heart-attack.
So, Munchkin is a Mouser. Kinda.
And we really need to get those humane mouse traps because our inhumane mouse traps aren't doing the job.
(They got a treat each anyway.)