Scribblings from the Mitchy Side

"Gosh," I said to myself, not twenty minutes ago, "that's an awfully loud rattling noise. I know I have the washing machine on but I'm pretty sure the noise is nearer to me than the kitchen. Hrm! Let me use my limited audio direction sense to see where it's coming from...oh HEY! There's a mouse in the humane mousetrap!! Yay! The lil' squeaker has been safely caught!"

And here he is:-




Yes, yes, I have put food and water in with him - I'm a sap. I'm going to take him into the country in a few and release him :)

Hee!

My cat is dim. He caught a fat mouse on Monday and brought it in to play with. Smart mouse played dead, dim cat got bored. So it was that five minutes before I was due to scamper off to Chess, I spotted a furry brown mousey scuttling across the carpet.

The cat was yelled at to get rid of that bloody mouse by the time I got back...

Monday night and Tuesday passed, no sign of mouse, no furry corpse or pieces of meeces anywhere. I offer up a prayer Rob had eaten the thing. Last night, just before I went to bed, guess what I saw scuttling across the carpet? Towards a snoozing cat who couldn't even be bothered to open one eye and look at what was squeaking?

*headdesks*

He got yelled at to sort out that bloody mouse, after I'd spent five fruitless minutes trying to catch it. I stomped off to the bathroom and when I came out, Rob was standing over the motionless furry body of the mouse. Hurrah, I said, and told Rob he was a good boy. Went to grab some kitchen towel, picked up the mouse...and it squeaked loudly and indignantly and tried to escape.

Once I'd recovered from the fright and re-caught the mousey, I calmed it down so that it wouldn't wriggle and hurt itself and then I took it outside. It was a cute mouse and we both agreed my cat was stupid. Last I saw, it was scampering off towards the shelter of the nearby hedge. I dare say it was cat bait by morning but hopefully a smarter cat than mine caught it :P

In other news, have some pretty pictures. These are seriously amazing and would make good wallpapers too :)

http://discovermagazine.com/photos/01-each-grain-of-sand-a-tiny-work-of-art

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