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I meant to post about this last night, but was too full and sleepy.
I've been worried I might have mice in the flat, because the last time the cat was penned in pre-vet visit, a dead mouse appeared on my carpet. Now he'd been in the hall all night. The mouse wasn't in the lounge when I first walked through but was there after I'd showered and stuff, leaving Rob the run of the lounge and kitchen. Sooo, I figured it had to be one of those two rooms.
Well, he caught another mouse about 3 weeks ago, but that one looked like it might have come from outside, so I wasn't too worried, though mildly surprised - mice, in winter?
Well last night, I came home and there was another dead mouse. Only this mouse was dried up and dessicated. In fact, it was flat. If the cat had sucked out all the insides and then pressed it under heavy weights, it couldn't have been flatter. And the damn thing was intact! How the hell..? So did I have mice and they died and when he's really hungry, the cat unearths the stash of mice corpses and raids it? Is there a larder of mice for cats I don't know about? Or maybe there's a secret society of cats that keeps pressed mice scrapbooks and I've inadvertently thrown out Rob's current project. Sorry Rob!
Sheesh.
So the only question now is, do I invest in some mousetraps for the kitchen, or just let Rob have the run of the place for a few nights? :P
I've been worried I might have mice in the flat, because the last time the cat was penned in pre-vet visit, a dead mouse appeared on my carpet. Now he'd been in the hall all night. The mouse wasn't in the lounge when I first walked through but was there after I'd showered and stuff, leaving Rob the run of the lounge and kitchen. Sooo, I figured it had to be one of those two rooms.
Well, he caught another mouse about 3 weeks ago, but that one looked like it might have come from outside, so I wasn't too worried, though mildly surprised - mice, in winter?
Well last night, I came home and there was another dead mouse. Only this mouse was dried up and dessicated. In fact, it was flat. If the cat had sucked out all the insides and then pressed it under heavy weights, it couldn't have been flatter. And the damn thing was intact! How the hell..? So did I have mice and they died and when he's really hungry, the cat unearths the stash of mice corpses and raids it? Is there a larder of mice for cats I don't know about? Or maybe there's a secret society of cats that keeps pressed mice scrapbooks and I've inadvertently thrown out Rob's current project. Sorry Rob!
Sheesh.
So the only question now is, do I invest in some mousetraps for the kitchen, or just let Rob have the run of the place for a few nights? :P
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It's what he's made for!
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One Carol's colleagues visited family before Christmas, collecting a bag of presents. Didn't want to open the gifties before The Right Day, left the bag in the living room. Few days later, she noticed the living room was, basically, stinky. Aha, she thought, one of the gifts must be some cheese, which a relative has forgotten to warn me of. So she went to inspect the bag of presents.
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Which is when she found out that (a) she had mice, and (b) her cat had lovingly added a present of his own to the collection.
I think you actually get more mice in winter, when the ones that ought to be outdoors demonstrate their squidging-up-tiny skills by finding the tiniest crack in the armour of your house to break in and nibble your soap. And, in our case, to eat most of the poison we put down and hide the rest in my shoes.