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Saturday, February 11, 2006

Master of His Domain

WARNING: This post has been rated mature yet juvenile for cat on mouse violence and excessive use of catnip.


Recently, I discovered a small mouse village in my garage. They were getting into everything. Chewing on this, pooping on that. I was very unamused, so I bought some mouse traps. I baited them with a three cheese blend on the first set, peanut butter on the second set, and placed them in the garage. Days later the traps laid bare, some with bait intact, some stripped clean, but no mice. It turns out the little bastards just relocated to the house. The house with twelve cats inside. Not the wisest decision.

It didn't take long for the cats to notice the new arrivals. The cats spent most of today keeping an eye on this one baseboard in the dining room. They knew something was back there, and they were determined to get it. It was only a matter of time now. I made the wait more enjoyable for the kitties by liberally covering said area with catnip. Nothing better than hunting mice with a nice buzz.

Later on I came into the house to find most of the cats huddled up in the center of the living room. They were all circling Roo, who was letting out a low growl. I think this might be why.

No front claws. Missing most of his teeth. Older than most of the cats in the house. The old man is still on top of his game. So at this point, I start telling Roo what a good boy his is, in an effort to get the dead mouse away from him. Everyone scatters and disappears. All heading different directions. I followed Roo into the basement. When I reach the bottom of the stairs, I find Roo, Rowdy, Smidge, and Wobbles playing hockey with the mouse. The last time they caught a mouse, I found Wobbles tossing it through the air like a ragdoll. It's all fun and games until someone gets a mouse in the eye.

So now the cats are taunting me as I try to catch which ever one has the mouse at the time. I guess I'll just have to wait until they get bored with it, fall asleep, or maybe they will just keep playing hot potato with the thing to see how long I'll chase them around.

greasemonkey1320 at 12:47 AM

13 People who tried the chili

13 People who found a peppercorn

at 12:25 PM Blogger Candy said...

We have such good kitties

 
at 2:50 PM Anonymous Anonymous said...

Man you have some nice pussies !

 
at 4:41 PM Blogger I'm not here. said...

Roo's still got it.
An old pussy, but a goodie...

 
at 2:57 AM Blogger Katy Barzedor said...

Where do they stash the corpses?

 
at 9:07 PM Blogger I'm not here. said...

I keep looking at that photo, and this caption keeps running through my head:

Happiness is a dead mouse.

 
at 9:51 AM Blogger Katy Barzedor said...

M_D- do you remember Kliban Cats from the '70s? My favorite cartoon of them had a cat playing a guitar, singing: "Love to eat. Bite they tiny heads off, nibble on they tiny feet."

That's what Roo makes me think of.

 
at 9:52 AM Blogger Katy Barzedor said...

Oops, that should be:

Loves to eat them mousies
Mousies what I love to eaat
Bite they tiny heads off
Nibble on they tiny feet

 
at 7:38 PM Blogger I'm not here. said...

Tee hee hee!

 
at 11:06 PM Blogger Madame D said...

"MY mouse."
That's what the growl said.
That's so cute!
And mouse hockey...how original! At least they're playing well together.

 
at 7:47 PM Blogger Katy Barzedor said...

So...one mouse was found. But is it this one, or is this one still hidden for you somewhere in the house?

 
at 3:49 AM Blogger Zombie_Flyboy said...

I hate mice.

 
at 4:31 AM Blogger greasemonkey1320 said...

Bucky- I do believe that it was the missing mouse that Roo cuaght.

Zombie- Have you ever used them as ammo in a slingshot?

 
at 2:40 AM Blogger Zombie_Flyboy said...

No, but I once stuck one on the antenna of my neighbor's jeep once on Christmas eve. By morning, it had to have been frozen solid, so he more than likely had to drive around with it.

I hope so anyway.

 

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