February 09, 2008

"Good Morning! Good Morning! Good Morning-ah!" ***

At crack of dawn this morning:

"Mom! Dad! There's a dead mouse in the kitchen and it's beheaded! Blood everywhere!"


I should note I am very proud that instead of panicking, the gels dealt with the mess themselves, picking up the remains with paper towel and swiffering the entire area.

This is the second mouse in three nights. We usually have a little grey variety living within the walls and floorboards of Orgle Manor, but these two have been larger and browner. First time I can recall field mice in the house. Must be Global Warming or sumpin'.

***Spot the quote. My apologies if the transcription isn't completely accurate.



Yes, Mother of Gawd, it's cat-blogging. This is Bella, the younger of our two cats and the principal mouser of the household. I've been having problems with the comments all morning, so I'll just repeat here that although she's cute in an ugly way, and although she loves to curl up in my lap and purr loudly, I never lose sight of the fact that she would cheerfully take my head off if I were the size of a mouse.

UPDATE DEUX: Still having trouble with the quote? Here's a hint: Who would out-rank Corporal Salt?


Good Lord - Am I that old?

Posted by Robert at February 9, 2008 08:55 AM | TrackBack

Since it was beheaded I am going to assume you are using traps. This is good - the 88 cent (or they are probably more now) Victor traps - work great.

But the trick is to put the trap inside a brown-paper lunch bag. That way dead mouse is easy to dispose of.

Posted by: Zendo Deb at February 9, 2008 08:58 AM

Cats help - as long as you don't overfeed them.

And it would be best to find how they are getting into the house. (Mice are one thing, but their bigger cousins are a much tougher nut to crack.)

Posted by: Zendo Deb at February 9, 2008 09:00 AM

Yay for the girls...though maybe a follow up with some sort of bleach product would be in order. Cause...well...Swiffer isn't exactly antiseptic. :)

If I ever find a mouse, I know who I'm calling - I'll be the one freaking out in another room.

Posted by: beth at February 9, 2008 10:13 AM

Zendo - Oh, it was the cat. As she lay purring in my lap as I had my first cup of coffee, I reflected on the certainty that she would do exactly the same thing to me if I were the size of a mouse.

Beth - Yes, clorox was applied later.

Posted by: Robbo the LB at February 9, 2008 10:53 AM


Posted by: jen at February 9, 2008 12:59 PM

Count yourself lucky she left it in the kitchen.

Our cats always brought the presents to us in bed. (Talk about a rude awakening!)

Posted by: Zendo Deb at February 9, 2008 01:00 PM

UPDATE DEUX: Still having trouble with the quote? Here's a hint: Who would out-rank Corporal Salt?

Colonel Mustard?

At the old family homestead in NY there were many mice, etc. in the house. They'd steal the dogs' food. The dogs never did a darned thing about it.

Posted by: rbj at February 9, 2008 01:34 PM

That cat is a color my mother refers to as "sh*t brindle," what ever that is.

Cute kitty!

Posted by: GroovyVic at February 9, 2008 01:41 PM

Gunnery Sgt. Paprika?

Posted by: Russ from Winterset at February 9, 2008 11:58 PM