EEEEK!!
It's been a long time since I've posted, although there have been many stories I meant to write, and just never got around to. Something just happened that I had to share, though.
It's Saturday afternoon, a nice sunny day in my happy bright living room, and I was sitting on my couch, laughing at people on the internet. A showercap and towell were on my head for the hair treatment that had another hour to go, and the kitty Gomez was dozing next to me. Then the invasion began.
A small, furry somethingorother darted across the room, heading from my kitchen to the corner of the living room. The following very quick, but clearly remembered and defined thoughts raced through my head: "Is that a kitten? Did I get a new kitten? Kittens that small can't run that fast". By this time, my real kitten, who is bigger and can run that fast, was on top of the poor little guy, and I was standing on my couch yelling "OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD". Literally. The thing is, I am not afraid of mice or other rodents. If you would have described this scene to me, and asked me what I would do, I would never have thought I'd become a cartoon housewife, standing on the couch and dancing while shrieking.
Gomez was having the time of his life, though. He dragged the mouse back to the kitchen, and I recovered myself enough to run around to the other side and shut the door so he couldn't get back into the bedrooms. I came back around just in time to see Gomez let it go, and it just sat there, looking stunned. I grabbed a little plastic box by the couch to catch it, but of course both it and the cat were gone before I could. I chased them back into the kitchen and hit the cat with a broom, and had just enough time to slam the box over the mouse.
After stowing the cat in the bedroom, I slid a cardboard under the box and took the poor thing outside, but not before giving it a stern lecture. I told it, "look, you just got pretty lucky. Please remember that I was nice to you, and do not return. Also please retrieve any friends and family from my home before you go". I will also be honest and say that for about 10 seconds I stood there eye to eye with it and considered keeping it for a new mousie pet. By the eleventh second, I knew that would be one of the more unwise decisions I could make.
I didn't quite know where to take it, so I just let it go in a corner of my patio. My guess is that a neighborhood cat has already eaten it, but what am I supposed to do?
That certainly livened up my Saturday afternoon!
It's Saturday afternoon, a nice sunny day in my happy bright living room, and I was sitting on my couch, laughing at people on the internet. A showercap and towell were on my head for the hair treatment that had another hour to go, and the kitty Gomez was dozing next to me. Then the invasion began.
A small, furry somethingorother darted across the room, heading from my kitchen to the corner of the living room. The following very quick, but clearly remembered and defined thoughts raced through my head: "Is that a kitten? Did I get a new kitten? Kittens that small can't run that fast". By this time, my real kitten, who is bigger and can run that fast, was on top of the poor little guy, and I was standing on my couch yelling "OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD". Literally. The thing is, I am not afraid of mice or other rodents. If you would have described this scene to me, and asked me what I would do, I would never have thought I'd become a cartoon housewife, standing on the couch and dancing while shrieking.
Gomez was having the time of his life, though. He dragged the mouse back to the kitchen, and I recovered myself enough to run around to the other side and shut the door so he couldn't get back into the bedrooms. I came back around just in time to see Gomez let it go, and it just sat there, looking stunned. I grabbed a little plastic box by the couch to catch it, but of course both it and the cat were gone before I could. I chased them back into the kitchen and hit the cat with a broom, and had just enough time to slam the box over the mouse.
After stowing the cat in the bedroom, I slid a cardboard under the box and took the poor thing outside, but not before giving it a stern lecture. I told it, "look, you just got pretty lucky. Please remember that I was nice to you, and do not return. Also please retrieve any friends and family from my home before you go". I will also be honest and say that for about 10 seconds I stood there eye to eye with it and considered keeping it for a new mousie pet. By the eleventh second, I knew that would be one of the more unwise decisions I could make.
I didn't quite know where to take it, so I just let it go in a corner of my patio. My guess is that a neighborhood cat has already eaten it, but what am I supposed to do?
That certainly livened up my Saturday afternoon!
posted by The Noillyprat Cat @ 11:40 AM
2 Comments:
Larry ate my pet fish, and did his best to 86 my new budgie last week with the help of Jen. I'd say mouse freedom was the best option.
you free a mouse today and it will cook fine french cuisine for you tomorrow. i learned that in a documentary i saw lately. it was called ratatouille
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