Not to be a thread killer per se, but you all know that the occupational hazard of mousers is worms, riiight?
Might wanna reconsider things since your wee beasties can transmit said worms to you and yours. :eek:
It just a phase your cat’s going through. It takes time to teach them to kill the fool things first. Next is teaching your cat to go ahead and eat it herself, then work on her only eating things that actually fit in her stomach … or you may learn the true horrors of what a cat can do to a bedspread at 4 am.
Update on Ginger: At 4am, I was awakened by Ginger jumping on the bed. I turned the light on and found her first mouse present to me.
Ginger is doing her best to take Storm’s place; I’ll always miss Storm but I don’t feel so alone.
I’m actually an old mister, but if that’s going to stop you from writing me lovely poems, I can always pretend. ![]()
I read that to my wife. First she laughed a lot, and then she made me repeat it to my son. ![]()
Yikes. So I think what I’m aiming for here is half-dead; inert enough to throw into the woods, but not gorily spread across the duvet. It’s a fine line!
What’s to reconsider? We live in New England now, not Texas; so, while we don’t have cockroaches, waterbugs, or scorpions in our house, we do have mice. She goes to the vet regularly and isn’t actually eating them, so we’ll take our chances.
I keep my cats indoors. That way I don’t get any “gifts” of poor birds or other specimens of the local life, and they have reasonable chance of living a normal life.
No sign of mice, even in our spacious basement. I think the mice know when there are several cats about.
Only one of our cats brings us anything, and even then it’s just toys–usually foam rubber golf balls.
Whoops! Not sure why I though otherwise. Try this:
I thank you, good gent; your title did scan.
As for me–well, I’m just a wordy old man…
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Hooray and eww…? ![]()
So last night she went into full catch-and release mode again in our bed, this one not only 100% alive, but actually chittering angrily at her like the doughty mouse warrior from one of my kids’ fantasy novels. This was complicated by the fact that our daughter had crawled into bed because a movie we watched scared her… as a result, at 3 AM mayhem ensued and the fucking mouse escaped.
…then FULLY alive. She’s upping the challenge level for you. Be proud! She obviously thinks you have potential
( or maybe she has given up on you, but thinks your daughter might have a shot ).
Now that MOM is getting up in years the cats like to see if the knee transplant took by turning loose chipmunks in the house. Lil’ Bro is a wee bit faster than Ma and he grabs them in a net as the cats enjoy the show.
lol. I am so not up to this. ![]()