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Tuesday, April 29, 2014

what should we name him?

Okay.  You guys...

*I'm whispering here, can you tell?*

You guys.  I'm here like a prisoner in my own house right now.  I just have this feeling that I'm being watched, but I don't know where the watcher is.  It's giving me the heebie jeebies.

I keep turning in different directions to look, but at the same time, I'm hoping to not see anything.  I'm watching my every step.  Every little peep of noise makes me jump.  It's hell I tellya!

It started this morning.  Or last night.  I don't know.

The cat was out all night.  It's just what he needs to do, I suppose.  He's got to go out and sow his predatory oats.  And that's fine, the gophers and mice will make more.

So this morning, when I got up, I looked and found him in the backyard.  Certainly after another night of carnage, he was ready to return to the civilized life.

I flicked on the light.
He turned from his crouched position and saw me.
It was his crouched position he assumes when he toys with a mouse before playing with it to death.
But he turned and saw me and decided to end the playtime and come on in.

or so I believed...

He came on in and headed downstairs.  I went down a minute or so later

to find him playing with a much uninvited guest.  The freaking mouse.  He brought the darn thing in with him!  It was still alive.  They're playing Tom and Jerry in mah house!

Oh feck.

I know what you're thinking.  It's my fault.  I'm the one who opened that door all widely and welcoming!  I'm the enabler!  To that I say:

It was dark!
I wasn't wearing my glasses!
Napolion's face (I've since realized) is the exact color of mouse!  Or vice versa!

So here we are.  I figured Napolion would play with that mouse until the mouse had no more play left in him - the usual shenanigans.  I didn't care to watch it, knowing I'd be responsible for corpse removal.  So I cowardly left the room, and returned later.

There's no corpse.  No trace at all.  No juicy gut pile.  No discarded tail.  Nothing.  It's a mystery.

Did Mouse survive?  Is he watching me as I type?  Waiting to exact revenge? If not, where is the body?!?  If so, where is the body?!?  If the mouse is dead, will he haunt our house forever??

There's only one who holds the answer.  And he's not talking.






At least it's a mouse and not one of those monstrous gophers.

But still...

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19 comments:

  1. Here's an example of "instincts". I was laying in bed, getting ready to drift off - when suddenly I had this gigantic EERIE feeling that "something wicked this way comes".

    I looked off the side of the bed and my cat was ready to LEAP onto the bed with a live mouse in her mouth.

    I DO believe they think they are giving us "supper".

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    1. *GAG* that just gave "breakfast in bed" a whole 'nother connotation!

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  2. That's cats for you! I've witnessed a few action figures absolutely disappear to never return again. We figured we'd find them when we moved. Never did. At least those action figures weren't living things. I'd be on the lookout!

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    1. Come to think of it, he's also been harassing my mini kachina dolls! Cats!!

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  3. I hope for your sake, that he swallowed it whole!

    There are benefits to having a mamby pamby cat who is afraid of outside.

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    1. Maybe if I'm a good girl, I'll get a mamby pamby cat someday!

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  4. Oh HECK no. Nonononononononono. I'd be calling the exterminators!

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  5. He has a really smug, sleepy look on his face.

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    1. That's what I told him. He still didn't care.

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  6. Good yarn!
    Oh, and if there's a dead mouse around, you'll know about it...... in about a week or so.

    Pee-yew!

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    1. The live mouse alternative isn't much better, you ask me.

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  7. Hm, can't help wondering if the remains of the mouse aren't wedged down the side of the sofa or something...

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    1. Thank you RC, that's very comforting.

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  8. Living in an area surrounded by cornfields, we get the occasional mouse in the house. I can always tell where it's at because Tiger sits and stares. We're usually able to catch them in a box and set 'em free in the field. I say "we". I really mean anyone but me.

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    1. I think it's mouse Karma, for all those mice we put in boxes... with the snake.

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  9. Reminds me of the old children's song - "There Was An Old Lady Who Swallowed a Fly" except I am thinking of words that rhyme with mouse. I hope that Napolion did dispatch the little varmint. Otherwise, there could be some sleepless nights ahead.

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    1. He's been acting weird, like he failed? But doesn't care...

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  10. I still have a little heebie geebies even though I'm reading backwards and know the ending. ugh!

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