These last two are hilarious
We keep telling Abby that she needs to earn her keep. :lol3:
I'm thinking maybe Mouse should get a job, but I'm not sure what he could do. Does anyone know if there is an international law against us putting our kitties to work like there is for children?
No matter how much I'd try to send in some job applications for Miki, she refuses to go to all of the interviews... just gives me this blank stare, and then when I walk away she does her little evil laugh(At least that's what I'd pictured!)
Wow- was it alive?!I now know I'm a cat parent because I didn't scream and leap out of bed when I turned over in response to Mouse scraping and scratching beside my pillow in the middle of the night, and yes I did stupidly reach over to touch that small brown mouse shaped thing to find that that was exactly what it was, and it was still warm- I said well done and smothered my boy in kisses and cuddles, congratulating him enthusiastically on being a fully fledged mouser!
You are a better Meowmie than I!
Can you post a video clip of her laugh?
Just been thinking, maybe as Mouse managed to bring me a gift of a still warm but very dead rodent mouse the other night perhaps I could rent him out as a mouse catcher..... not that he'd earn much coz I think his prize must have died from exhaustion or heart attack (no sign of any puncture wounds, or any other trauma for that matter)....
I now know I'm a cat parent because I didn't scream and leap out of bed when I turned over in response to Mouse scraping and scratching beside my pillow in the middle of the night, and yes I did stupidly reach over to touch that small brown mouse shaped thing to find that that was exactly what it was, and it was still warm- I said well done and smothered my boy in kisses and cuddles, congratulating him enthusiastically on being a fully fledged mouser!
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You are a better Meowmie than I!
One winter's night, many years ago, when Hydrox, The Old Coot, was an only child, he brought a mouse to bed. A live mouse. ......
Graham said he heard me screaming and ran over to the bedroom to see me leap on top of the bureau....backward. .... But I will say that it was rather funny (now) to see dear Richard trying in vain to squish said mouse with a work boot. While in his underwear. That boot was hitting the bed everywhere, right behind the poor mouse, who was probably scared to death as it was.
Hydrox finally caught the mouse again. Rick picked up the cat and carried him out of the bedroom, through the hallway, into the living room and out to the kitchen; Hydrox was not giving up his snack and he held onto his mouse for dear life the whole time. I opened the kitchen door, Rick held the cat outside and the cold was enough to make Hydrox gasp. He gasped, dropped the mouse, and the mouse scurried off into the night. Rick brought Hydrox back into the house, I changed the bedsheets and we went back to bed.
But it was a long time before I went back to sleep.
Brilliant!Such a great vision of you guys with the cat with the mouse! I still can't believe I just carried on sleeping while Mouse was chasing this little rodent around my bed covers, and your description makes me think even more that the death was far more likely to be shock or exhaustion, my poor little Mouse...
...........Evidently his breakfast wasn't enough for Hydrox that morning, a mouse came up from the basement and he figured "snack!". I very calmly went out to the kitchen, got two paper towels, placed said paper towels over the mouse's butt, grabbed the cat, and went back to the bedroom to sleep. And locked the bedroom door.
Rick came home from work, came into the house, and cleaned up the mouse. (What, you think I'm gonna touch that thing?) He came back to the bedroom and the door was locked. He knocked on the door and I woke up and opened it. He looked at me and said, "It's dead! It's not coming back here! Why did you lock the door?" I had no answer, other than "I don't like mice!"
and the locked door was going to keep a mouse out how?Do you have really huge mice?
Ok, the reason I know I'm a cat parent is because, this morning, I was sorting clothes for laundry tonight. I purposely put dirty sweatshirts and pants in the clothes basket and put the clothes basket in the hallway. Why? Because I know that Muffin dearly loves to sleep in dirty laundry in the clothes basket and I figured that the sweat pants and shirts would be the most comfortable for her. And when I left for work, she was sound asleep in the clothes basket with a sweat shirt covering her.
What a sweet moma you are! Good that it's not the clean ironing Muffin likes though. :-D
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