So, I am sitting here, checking my email and I look down at my cat Topolino playing with a mouse toy… Holy Shit, that’s not a toy, it’s a real mouse!!! She brought it in from the patio. We have been here five years, this is a first. Again, HOLY SHIT!
The last thing I need is a mouse infestation, so I jump up and grab a small bowl from the kitchen and trap the little mouse under it.
I finagle a piece of cardboard under the bowl and transport the mouse into a paper shopping sack from Trader Joes.
I had to take some obligatory photos of saidmouse in the sack and when I took it outside (AKA rescued from certain death from torture by cat).
If the last thing you need is a mouse infestation, you should have let psycho-kitty kill the mouse, NOT given her (another?) complex about life in general. She’s a cat, it’s her birthday, she’s ENTITLED to a live mouse.
Now the best you can hope for is that mousie tells all its friends that your house is infested with a psycho-kitty.
A month or so ago the SO and I were in the kitchen. She was sitting at the island doing something and I was standing by the sink doing something else, sorting soupcans by aesthetic appeal or something equally as interesting. I saw a mouse scamper (faster than walking, slower than running, and frankly the idea of a mouse cantering is just too funny) across the counter beside me. I said, “Mouse.” and continued with what I was doing because there was little chance I could actually catch it at that time.
SO looks at me, looks at the counter, and basically reacts as if I had announced black mamba. I was amused and foolishly stated as much. Fortunately there was sufficient time for me to apologize and sleep in my own bed that night.
Again, what is it with people freaking out about something so small as to be of no threat to a healthy adult?
To me, mousies are cute, but they’re only cute when they mind their own mousie business and STAY OUT OF MY STUFF.
If they’re going to start eating my food, munching holes in food boxes and bags so food leaks all over the place, leaving turds all over the kitchen, munching holes in my furniture, keeping me awake scrabbling and fighting in the wall next to my bed, and scampering over my books leaving sticky piss trails…
Oh believe me, in that case, the fur is gonna fly. Possibly the limbs and tails as well.
Having far too much experience with psycho-kitties and stupid mice – that mouse looks like a goner to me. Hunched up, holding still, flailed chest, yadda yadda. Except for that, it’s cute. Nice long tail, pretty fur.
Did you give Psychokitty some gooshy food as a reward?
That charming little rodent has a very rat-like tail. Mice tails are usually furry. Rat tails are usually hairless.
Be that as it may. If you release a critter that’s made it’s way into your house, chances are it will make its way in again. Don’t ask me how I know this.
The mouse is actually a Little Pocket Mouse (Perognathus longimembris). They are fairly common in the Las Vegas Valley.
I doubt the little fella is gonna come back- he looked pretty traumatized from being battered by a cat. I just hope he is okay. I know it’s an icky mouse, but still…
Topolino was being pouty after she realized her live action mouse toy was gone.
Mice. I’m torn. You see, we live in a vintage double-wide right smack up against “the woods”. Park, trees, a stream, all very, very close. Lots of critters. Had a rat or two in the house, er, trailer. Rats? Death. DISGUSTING. Horrifying.
But occasionally, we get a mousie or two. Or, in the last few days, three. I’m just… you see, they’re cute. Really, mice are cute. But my husband sets the traps and he’s nabbed number 3 tonight. Mice are cute, but in your food cupboard? Not so cute. I just… I hate to see them in the traps. They’re still just little critters who are trying to make their way in the world.
But please, not in my food cupboards! And yet, the cuteness. Agh.
More vodka, please. He’s off to the store for steel wool and expanding foam to try and close in the mice-friendly gaps behind the stove.
“Nature” is almost an abstract concept to many people these days. When the closest you come to nature on a daily basis is a few squirrels or pigeons in a park, and maybe a roach on your front steps, you tend to freak out when confronted by something so alien in your space.
