just a quick post:
today after i got all gussied up for my return to work, i went to grab my late 1990’s style messenger back full of stuff i never look at when i’m at work but i feel the need to bring with me everyday, and there sat a tiny little mouse.
where was the bag?
in the upstairs hallway.
Jefke, don’t you have THREE cats?
yes, they walked right by the bag with the mouse under it, and by the mouse fully exposed, apparently they aren’t in to the mousing thing.
WTF was the mouse doing upstairs?
i’m not sure, if i had to guess i’d say he was headed to the bathroom to take a hot shower. I’m sure he already knew how to work the faucet (see previous post). i’m not all that happy about a mouse on the 2nd floor. first floor, ok, makes sense, we have the blair witch basement, so it makes sense for the mices (yes i said miceses) to come up from there. there was cat food in the bowls so it makes some sense that they’d be around that. but upstairs? jefke is not happy.
So i screamed like a girl. then looked again, to make sure it wasn’t one of those fake mouse cat toys. it was not. Then i thought it was already dead. it was not. so i ran around like a freak, until i could find a box to put over it.
For his part. mr. mouse sat there waiting for me. I suppose because i’m a beginner at all this.
I got the box put it over him and then realized i didn’t know what to do
eventually i sorta pushed him with the instructions for the faucet in to the box. woke up natty and showed it to her. and then took him outside. i felt bad as it was 25 degrees out, he was very tiny, mr. mouse was. but never the less, i left him outside. I have no doubt he is back in the house now, at the pub (in the rat of nihm city in our crawl space) telling his buddies about the experience, and they’re all laughing at me. oh well.
6 responses so far ↓
1 B // Nov 10, 2003 at 11:06 am
The glory of homeowning! The convenience of dishwashers, the burden of responsibility. My guess is that your three cats are fat and spoiled and therefore have no desire to chase after potential food. (Cf. your reference to the fact that the food bowls were still full, even though there were three potential felines to eat it.) Cats should also love to chase mice even when they’re not hungry, so they must be so fat that they don’t even like moving.
Of course you hate moving too, jefke, and that doesn’t mean you’re fat.
Are you?
2 Don // Nov 10, 2003 at 11:35 am
Jefke is not really fat, he’s what you would call “big boned”.
3 jefke // Nov 10, 2003 at 11:40 am
Fat? well i am american aren’t i?
for your information i have blossmed in to a healthy 30 year old with an appropriate physique–by that i mean, i’m about it explode into full one guthood with a side order of double chin.
yes i’d like to supersize that, and i’ll take it to go…
4 B // Nov 10, 2003 at 1:09 pm
Try feeding your big bones a couple of your cats. They shouldn’t be too difficult to catch.
5 Jenni // Nov 10, 2003 at 10:28 pm
If it makes you feel better, Don once screamed like a girl at a dead mouse in our basement.
6 Natty // Nov 11, 2003 at 1:20 pm
Jenni doesn’t post very often, but when she does, it’s always worthwhile. Actually, the mousy was so tiny and very cute. Now, I don’t want my house to be overrun by mice, but really, acouple little mousies really don’t bother me. I am sorry that I slept through Jefke screaming like a little girl. Although, I’m not sure we can call it screaming like a little girl, since it seems that only the boys are doing the sceaming.