Mouse In The House

house_mouse1Mouse In The House would be a cute name for a children’s story. It is less fun and fanciful as reality. Three nights ago one of our cats leaped into our bed at around 3 AM and ran around frantically in circles then jumped off and back on the bed running in more circles. In my barely awake haze I thought this must be like a Lassie adventure and she is trying to tell us that something is wrong with our son or the barn is on fire. No idea.

The next day she hardly moved which is also odd behavior for this one. If she had been acting strange one more day we were going to call the vet.

Then last night at 4:20 AM she is again running around our be like a crazy kitty. As my wife reached to pet her she felt something that was definitely not cat. I flipped on the light to see a small mouse curled up in the middle of our bed. Our Crash was standing over the mouse basically saying, “Here. This is what you needed to see at this ungodly hour of the morning. this is why I have been running all around you on the bed. A gift.”

The mouse was not moving. My wife ran downstairs to get a garbage bag while I watched Crash alternatively stare at and pick up the mouse in her mouth. Yeech. Not knowing if the mouse was dead or maintaining the theatrical heritage of the house (see It’s Showtime! post) and playing possum. I had not desire to chase or be bitten by this creature. I scooped it up, tied the bag closed, ran downstairs and through the thing out the back door. The next morning I tossed the bag in the garbage.

Needless to say that though we now had a calm cat we were wide awake. OK, actually my wife was wide awake. I could have been back to sleep in seconds but she needed to talk. We wipped the blanket that the mouse had been on off the bed at lightning speed and tried to fall asleep after first praising our mouse killer.

Worried that we may be raising a family we had the exterminator over today. He showed us where the rats had been sleeping. In crawl spaces we never opened, in the cabinet under our kitchen sink and even under our oven. Traps and poison were laid. For days Crash had been hanging out near these spots and now we know why. We also have no idea why Cody, our other cat showed no interest in the mice. Cody had on a couple of occasions brought birds to us that she had captured in the back yard. Apparently mice are beneath our huntress kitty.

One last oddity to this story. In all the years we had people come to our home to fix things, none had the pure joy for his job as this exterminator. He was practically singing as he worked. I have to admit I love to see someone enjoying their work but this seemed a bit odd. As odd as waking up in the middle of the night to a Mouse In The House.

A Cat’s Life

Curl up in a ball and sleep all day. Wake long enough to eat, play for awhile and then go back and find a nice warm place for a nap.

I need 3 days in a row of  La Vida Gato. Right now. Make that 4.

(The black one is Cody and the little cute one below is Crash.)