Mouse in the House! (not anymore)
So last night my elder cat Miken found a mouse in the apartment.
She was standing on my lap, purring... purring... GONE! My hand was petting AIR! I'd just started turning my head when I heard the collision with the kitchen door. I finished turning in time to see her bouncing back with a mouse in her jaws.
As soon as she dropped it, the mouse bounced and ran straight at me. I skipped out of the way, landing between Miken and the mouse. The mouse ran one way, Miken ran another.
Thus commenced a several-hours long hide-and-seek game that I occasionally participated in as well. Hiding under the coffee table... hiding behind a bin... At point I wandered into the bathroom and found the mouse behind the cats' litterbox.
I thought, "ah! A chance to catch it and turn it loose outside!"
The mouse looked one way... then another... as though considering possible escape routes... then ran straight for my foot.
I skipped out of the way again, turning in time to see the mouse bouncing down the hall.
No this mouse was not sick. This mouse was not a kangaroo rat in disguise. It was an ordinary, brown-and-white "house" mouse. A very plucky, bouncy, house mouse.
I finally retired to bed. There were crashes and scuffles through the night, so it was no surprise to find the mouse carefully laid in the middle of the living room floor this morning. Rigor had already set in, so I couldn't tell if the spine/neck was broken...
...or if Miken had just ran the poor thing to death.
It is now laid to rest outside, with the elements. That was one plucky li'l mouse.
Where was Griffin through all this? Poor thing was locked in a cycle. She would get interested, attempt to participate, experience sensory overload (due to the lupus, I assume), start hissing at anything and everything (including air), then retreat to her heated blanket to calm down. Once calm, she would try again.
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In other news... survived the 50-60mph winds. It was fun walking to Taco Bell. Flags were snapping like muffled firecrackers. I watched one big bird (couldn't tell what kind, too far away and no real size reference) make labored headway against the wind.
My mother reported seeing crows flying sideways.
She was standing on my lap, purring... purring... GONE! My hand was petting AIR! I'd just started turning my head when I heard the collision with the kitchen door. I finished turning in time to see her bouncing back with a mouse in her jaws.
As soon as she dropped it, the mouse bounced and ran straight at me. I skipped out of the way, landing between Miken and the mouse. The mouse ran one way, Miken ran another.
Thus commenced a several-hours long hide-and-seek game that I occasionally participated in as well. Hiding under the coffee table... hiding behind a bin... At point I wandered into the bathroom and found the mouse behind the cats' litterbox.
I thought, "ah! A chance to catch it and turn it loose outside!"
The mouse looked one way... then another... as though considering possible escape routes... then ran straight for my foot.
I skipped out of the way again, turning in time to see the mouse bouncing down the hall.
No this mouse was not sick. This mouse was not a kangaroo rat in disguise. It was an ordinary, brown-and-white "house" mouse. A very plucky, bouncy, house mouse.
I finally retired to bed. There were crashes and scuffles through the night, so it was no surprise to find the mouse carefully laid in the middle of the living room floor this morning. Rigor had already set in, so I couldn't tell if the spine/neck was broken...
...or if Miken had just ran the poor thing to death.
It is now laid to rest outside, with the elements. That was one plucky li'l mouse.
Where was Griffin through all this? Poor thing was locked in a cycle. She would get interested, attempt to participate, experience sensory overload (due to the lupus, I assume), start hissing at anything and everything (including air), then retreat to her heated blanket to calm down. Once calm, she would try again.
***
In other news... survived the 50-60mph winds. It was fun walking to Taco Bell. Flags were snapping like muffled firecrackers. I watched one big bird (couldn't tell what kind, too far away and no real size reference) make labored headway against the wind.
My mother reported seeing crows flying sideways.