Eek! A mouse!!!
Yesterday I had a rather funny evening. I was thinking of putting an extra inside button to secure the closure on my new skirt, then decided against it. I wanted to give it a pilot wearing before I decide it’s really necessary, so I thought I’d wear it to work the next day. First, though, I wanted to see what tops and shoes went best with it, so I started trying stuff on in front of the mirror.
Meanwhile, Viktor had been making it his business to acutely watch the cupboards in the pantry, much to our confusion, and Ginko had joined him. I was all dressed up, with stockings and heels to boot, and just considering snapping some photos of my finished work when I saw Ginko scampering across the dining room, chasing something. Something I couldn’t see well, since the dining room was dark, but I could make out that it kind of seemed to be… hopping.
For some reason my first thought was “Why is there a toad in the house?” but then I snuck closer as Ginko cornered and nabbed it, and he trotted into the light with a wriggling mouse in his jaws.
I exclaimed, and was trying to figure out how to get it away from him when he dropped it and it scuttled under the couch. This began the 30 minute attempt to somehow capture the mouse so we could release it outside and spare it the fate of being doubleteamed by frisky housecats. Sadly our attempts failed, though not without eliciting comical noises from both Chuck and myself as it made dashes between our feet, and we gave up after we lost it somewhere in the living room.
Early this morning Chuck found the thing dead - I haven’t asked him where or in what state, but maybe I don’t want to know. I feel pretty bad that we couldn’t catch-and-release it. On the other hand, I’m glad the cats took care of the problem before we had to wrestle with choosing the least guilt-inducing rodent trap.
Thanks boys! You’re my little feline savages and I wuv you.
Meanwhile, Viktor had been making it his business to acutely watch the cupboards in the pantry, much to our confusion, and Ginko had joined him. I was all dressed up, with stockings and heels to boot, and just considering snapping some photos of my finished work when I saw Ginko scampering across the dining room, chasing something. Something I couldn’t see well, since the dining room was dark, but I could make out that it kind of seemed to be… hopping.
For some reason my first thought was “Why is there a toad in the house?” but then I snuck closer as Ginko cornered and nabbed it, and he trotted into the light with a wriggling mouse in his jaws.
I exclaimed, and was trying to figure out how to get it away from him when he dropped it and it scuttled under the couch. This began the 30 minute attempt to somehow capture the mouse so we could release it outside and spare it the fate of being doubleteamed by frisky housecats. Sadly our attempts failed, though not without eliciting comical noises from both Chuck and myself as it made dashes between our feet, and we gave up after we lost it somewhere in the living room.
Early this morning Chuck found the thing dead - I haven’t asked him where or in what state, but maybe I don’t want to know. I feel pretty bad that we couldn’t catch-and-release it. On the other hand, I’m glad the cats took care of the problem before we had to wrestle with choosing the least guilt-inducing rodent trap.
Thanks boys! You’re my little feline savages and I wuv you.