So, our theory was that if we had cats we wouldn't have mice. Boy, did we miss the boat on that one.
I came down the stairs to find Calisto snoozing peacefully on the sofa....and a mouse running freely through my living room. Only one of us was bothered by this scenario, and it wasn't a quadruped. So, I let Theo in, and while he chased it around the room several times, he really doesn't seem to have quite the killer instinct I was hoping for. I got a broom--because vermin loose in the house DOES bring out my killer instinct--and I thought we had him cornered in the kitchen, or could at least get him to the open back door. Nope. It is highly likely that there are some holes on the underside of your built-in kitchen cabinets that are big enough for a desperate mouse to get through because I can now say with certainty that there are in ours. So, I have one cat still napping, one cat trying desperately to figure out how the mouse vanished, and a mouse roaming free somewhere underneath my cabinets.
And I really would have sworn that spraying the squash leaves for powdery mildew was going to be the real low point of my weekend........
1 comment:
Ragdolls are known to make friends with just about anything and Chief proved that true. In my old house he used to make friends with the mice and take them on walks down the hallway. There's nothing more "exciting" then seeing your protector walking down the hall with a mouse 4 inches ahead of him also walking - obviously not scared - down the hall with him.
My hero!
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