I just posted this on FB. Figured it might raise a smile or two here as well. Bit of background.... Seems I have mice in my walls and maybe in my attic bedrooms where I'm storing stuff for a friend while she goes through a nasty divorce. I think the dog food might have attracted them, but we have a search mission planned for Sunday.
Earlier today my girl cat caught a mouse - only the second one my housecats have ever seen. She brought it to me to show me, but the boys wanted it and I couldn't get up fast enough. So off she ran to my bedroom with it, and let it go....... Which brings us to now......
3 cats just exploded from my bed, my body being used as either starting blocks or a trampoline. This of course woke me up, not to mention the sounds of a whirlwind as 16 paws scrabbled around the bedroom floor and out to the stairs.
Phone is grabbed, torch is switched on, I can see Thalric - no mouse in his mouth. I wait, growling, someone has the mouse! I'm out of bed, I get to Thalric, I see Braon - no mouse. Louder growling, I'm getting close, where is Achaeos?! Landing light on, look in the corner, nothing, more growling. Look in the bathroom..... GIANT fluffy cat standing side on to me, back arched, tail like a fox..... Mouse dangling from mouth.
Right!
Into bathroom, grab cat, tell him to drop it, he's not a dog - so he doesn't, more growling. Hell no you don't use that language with me! Bathroom door closed to keep out other cats, dangle growling fluffball over bath and pry open the jaws of death. Mouse drops down, seems safe and well, growling fluffball becomes whirling dervish trying to catch mouse in bath. Ejected from bathroom. Now what.....
Grab towel, wrap it around myself as I'm going to have to take mouse outside. Mouse finds shower hose and climbs it out of bath and leaps to the floor. Mad grab for it, losing my towel as I do, so mouse back in bath as I try to make myself decent. Grab mouse again. Turns out mouse has been listening to too much R Kelly...... Launches itself from my hands into the sink. Caught it. Launches itself onto the side of the bath. Caught it. Launches itself to the floor. Mr, you are getting the smallest amount of space in my hands possible. Stay still if you want to live!!!
Get the door open with toes and hip, mouse is wriggling as I sneak by three cats - who quickly go to find the mouse in the bathroom. Down the stairs I go, I think the mouse has weed on me - it stinks. I can get the kitchen door mostly closed, but not all the way closed. I try to hold mouse in one hand to close the door and keep the cats out.... But as soon as there's any loosening of hands, I can feel wriggle mouse making ready for another launch to freedom. What to do?!
Seems there's a handy food processor RIGHT by me. So in the mouse pops, safe for a few mins. Towel readjusted, phone retrieved from the landing to snap a pic of the trouble maker, TM checked for punctures - all seems ok, so out I go in my towel, carrying my food processor, to release the mouse. If any neighbours looked outside, they must have wondered wtf.
Back in, food processor dumped in sink, hands washed, towel in wash basket, Jenny back in bed typing this, mouse off telling "you'll never guess what happened to me!" tales, cats still looking for the mouse...... Not sure if sleep will return, there's a lot of adrenaline running around right now!!
Lass
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