Tuesday, December 13, 2011

While talking to my sister....

Me:  Sorry about that.  Mouse.

Her:  Mouse??

Me:  Yep.  Squick me out. 

Her:  Don't you have four cats??

Me:  Yep.  Pretty sure they're overfed, but two of them are on the case. It ran into a room that I usually keep closed off in the winter but now I've opened the door so they can go for it.

Her:  Well, the mouse should be taken care of soon then.

Me:  Yeah, problem being that the circle of life thing generally happens under the kitchen table, right after they've chased it over my feet.

Not sure why mice ook me out so badly.  I can handle spiders (even big smiley ones), roach bugs, and most other household creepies.  But can't handle mice.  Best I can do is trap them under a glass and toss the whole enchilada into the yard.  But I absolutely won't pick them up by the tail like Himself does.


Borepatch said...

I'd lend you Crash the wonder cat, but you might not want to give him back ... ;-)

Yes, he's that good as a mouser.

Midwest Chick said...

Our guys are pretty good once they're on the case. Problem being they like to play more than dispatch and I can only handle mouse screams for a limited time.

Himself says to tell you that if we borrowed Crash, he'd come back to you about 10 pounds heavier (not that I overfeed or anything).

Let's just say that Bob is weighing in at about 17.5 and when we got him he was 12 pounds (of course he'd been in a hardship situation so he needed some weight put back on).