Sorry for swearing.
We have two gorgeous cats, boy and a girl, littermates, who are the most gorgeous, friendly, affectionate cats ever. Well, with us. With others, not so much.
Washburn, who was the runt of the litter, grew up to be a lean mean hunting machine. Isabel, who has extra fingers and toes, grew up to be a big fat hunting machine.
They sometimes, to my sincere regret, bring home birds, but that is quite unusual. They do catch a lot of rodents, usually mice or similar, sometimes those larger rodents that we tend to refer to as "Big Mice".
They seem to have found a new mouse nest recently, as we've had quite a few. We've rescued many; sometimes we are too late. We (by "we", I mean of course DH) get out of be bed in the middle of the night to rescue a victim which is causing the cats to run riot over the solid floors. We (see above) pad out into the darkness, down to the bottom of the garden, and release the little furry creatures over the fence. Sometimes they are back again in the morning, either beautifully presented as gifts, or the remains discarded.
The other morning I came down in the dark to open the back door to go out and let the chooks out. I managed to tread on and squash an offering. I didn't see it, I hadn't turned the light on. Thank goodness I had bothered to put my slippies on. That was possibly the worst mouse-related incident I can recall. Until today.
I've been on a bit of a housework blitz. The gorgeous bright weather has made me fling open the doors to air the house, and to empty the floor space (mostly) so I can clean the floors properly.
Eventually I reached the bathroom. Raymondo, our robot vacuum, was nearly empty of charge, so I thought I'd finish him off in the bathroom. He doesn't normally getto go in there as he can't get round the toilet pedestal or the sink pedestal (will design it better if we ever refurb again). However, he needed discharging and had survived everything else, so I thought the bathroom was as good a place as any.
Not too much on the floor in the bathroom. I picked up the cats water bowl. I picked up the bath mat.
And I found a very flat (and of course very dead) mouse.ike a cartoon splat. It's imprinted on the back of the mat. Yeeeeeeeurrrrrrrrrrgh.
Bloody cats.
We have two gorgeous cats, boy and a girl, littermates, who are the most gorgeous, friendly, affectionate cats ever. Well, with us. With others, not so much.
Washburn, who was the runt of the litter, grew up to be a lean mean hunting machine. Isabel, who has extra fingers and toes, grew up to be a big fat hunting machine.
They sometimes, to my sincere regret, bring home birds, but that is quite unusual. They do catch a lot of rodents, usually mice or similar, sometimes those larger rodents that we tend to refer to as "Big Mice".
They seem to have found a new mouse nest recently, as we've had quite a few. We've rescued many; sometimes we are too late. We (by "we", I mean of course DH) get out of be bed in the middle of the night to rescue a victim which is causing the cats to run riot over the solid floors. We (see above) pad out into the darkness, down to the bottom of the garden, and release the little furry creatures over the fence. Sometimes they are back again in the morning, either beautifully presented as gifts, or the remains discarded.
The other morning I came down in the dark to open the back door to go out and let the chooks out. I managed to tread on and squash an offering. I didn't see it, I hadn't turned the light on. Thank goodness I had bothered to put my slippies on. That was possibly the worst mouse-related incident I can recall. Until today.
I've been on a bit of a housework blitz. The gorgeous bright weather has made me fling open the doors to air the house, and to empty the floor space (mostly) so I can clean the floors properly.
Eventually I reached the bathroom. Raymondo, our robot vacuum, was nearly empty of charge, so I thought I'd finish him off in the bathroom. He doesn't normally getto go in there as he can't get round the toilet pedestal or the sink pedestal (will design it better if we ever refurb again). However, he needed discharging and had survived everything else, so I thought the bathroom was as good a place as any.
Not too much on the floor in the bathroom. I picked up the cats water bowl. I picked up the bath mat.
And I found a very flat (and of course very dead) mouse.ike a cartoon splat. It's imprinted on the back of the mat. Yeeeeeeeurrrrrrrrrrgh.
Bloody cats.
