I was afraid you would come home the REDRUM spelled out in sweet gum balls.
I’m very glad it was not worse.
:dubious:
Well, now that’s scary. :eek:
Well obviously Drs Cat and Cat have administered their treatment, determined you will live and are on the mend, so no point in coddling you. After all it’s a mere flesh wound right? They think you need to walk it off as part of your recovery regimen
Cats is brutal doctirs
They have no mercy.
New member incoming in 3…2…
Glad you’re recovering. I knew the quiet cats weren’t gonna last.
No, Sunny. I don’t think she’d care to join. She’s got too many balls in the air. I might need to talk really nice about her, tho’. She might lurk occasionally:eek:
Yep, the cats have been right brats this evening. They’re sleeping in the dog bed in protest of the dryer stopping. Any minute I’m expecting an eruption and kitty chasing kitty up and down the stairs, for my amusement.
You know what 0400 means?
Yup, it’s zoomy time…
0400 is zero dark early. Too early to be up.
Brat cats — cats, already with attitudes, and now bratty? Good luck with that.
Back in the day when we had two cats, one of their favorite games to play in the butt-crack of dawn, was something I called “Let’s Chase!”
One cat would look at the other, their eyes would dilate, and they’d start to quiver as they tensed up. You could see the thought bubble over one head, “Let’s CHASE,” and the other would reply, “Okay!”
They would be off like they were shot from a cannon! There would be a blur through the house. Then they would STOP, look crazy-eye at each other, then reverse direction and be off again!
The FUN part was when they ran across the sleeping bodies in bed, making sure that at least one cat foot (resembling rebar) hit the sleeping person RIGHT in the bladder.
After a rousing game of Let Chase, they’d have a little snack, and then flop unconscious someplace, to hibernate the rest of the day.
~VOW
I awoke to a chorus of ‘Siamese are hungry’ to volumn #11. I looked at the clock-5:38. Ugh!
In other words, SSDD…
So far the Siameezers are being kinda good. Dogs need a long walk. I can’t walk very far without a burning pain in my my flank. I took them out and I sat on a stump and threw a ball. They both have no idea how to play fetch. Dummies (:)) They like to run after the ball and watch it roll around. Then I have to get up and go get the ball. Not effective, at all. (Or pain-free)
DIL wanted me to ride to Walmart with her. Nope. Don’t think I can deal with that. She’s gonna bring me stuff I need. I NEED corndogs(:))
Hey Beck, are the meezers good mouzers? If so can I borrow a cup o’ cats for a bit?
Ha! They wouldn’t know a mouse from a pet rock.
You gotta a mousie tormenting you?
Probably more than the one, knowing how mice work
Mouse proofing is very important to me. I live in a log house. I kinda like the walls to stay standing. I have a simple, cheap way to discourage them. PM me and I’ll tell you what it is. I won’t promote it out on the board proper.
Post for all the world to see, Beck.
Please.
We threw in the mouse-pooped-on towel and called an exterminator. From what he told us, do-it-yourself mouse control is futile. The little shits chew through drywall.
Your log home may be the only defense.
Our mice are disgusting. Deer mice, do a google image search. They have huge eyeballs, which is why I call them alien invader vermin. And they carry Hanta virus.
We also have damnable jackrabbits burrowing under the house. It’s not enough that they ripped out all the insulation under the house, so now their burrows are cozy and the landscape is dotted with pink tufts. Rabbits also chew through wires. We’re gonna freeze, completely collapse, or be left with no power, TV, or internet.
And visitors always giggle about the cute little bunnies…
We have 36 acres. Look, varmints, enjoy the rest of the place. Let me have my house in peace!
~VOW
I have a feeling that Beckdawreck deals with mice as she does with feral pigs. :dubious:
Okay, I’ll tell it. But use it at your own risk.
Moth balls. Lots and lots of moth balls. I, once spent $149 on them. Scatter them around the perimeter of your house. If you’re not on a concrete slab put them in the crawl space. If you have a basement put them there until your eyes burn when you go down there. If you find a place inside the house where you’re sure they’re running put moth balls there. You don’t want alot inside. The smell will kill you. But inside closets and pantries won’t be bad.
BEWARE
These things are poison so watch them around kids and pets.
As for shooting rats, Big Wrek has a barn where he stores his dog food, deer corn and hay. He has shootings out there all the time. But these are big rats. Not house mousies.
I am greatly relieved. 