(or "Buttercup Has a Huge Heart)
Have I told you we've had construction going on near our house since September? I don't think so. Did I mention that the neighbors have spent the last two weeks ripping out huge bushes that filled their backyard? No, haven't talked about that, either. Honestly, I haven't put a lot of thought into them. (Okay, that is a partial fib...the neighborhood did try to stop the construction of eight four-story apartment buildings, but that is a different story.) Anyway, on to my tale...or maybe I should say, "tail".
(The Mighty Hunter at rest)In wee hours of the morning, I was awakened by the plaintiff meowing of Sam. "Look at my toy! Look at what I am sharing with you!", he mewed. It was 4 a.m. and I didn't care...I just raised my head and praised him, and thought I'd go back to sleep. Alas, it was not to be. Buttercup was awakened by Sam's boasting and went over to look at his catch, WHICH WAS ALIVE! Yes, the mouse, which Buttercup named "Mickey" was alive and quickly ran into Buttercup's bedroom...somewhere. I told her we'd deal with it in the morning. (People, it was four o'clock in the morning! ) Morning came and I fully expected that Sam would have found Mickey and dispatched him to mousy heaven. It didn't happen that way...Buttercup found him, Sam tried to help her catch him, she said, "No" and Mickey lived through the day somewhere in her room.
Sunday night...3 a.m...Sam is fascinated with my closet. Either he's discovered a love of fashion, or he's found Mickey. Crash, bang, skid, slam...
(to be continued...)
5 comments:
Oh no. You're a better mom than me. We had mice a couple months ago and happy to report they're gone!
We had that same thing happen a few months ago. Love us some field mice. One died in our closet. We could smell it but couldn't find it, which the kids thought was hilarious, because I have the most sensitive nose on the face of the earth and I couldn't find the mouse smell in a closet. Seems my nose is only bothered by unnatural smells like perfume and not natural smells like dead mice. LOL We had to empty the entire closet (which is where I store all our holiday decorations) to find the poor little guy. So then the closet got a good cleaning. Hubby was not a happy camper. LOL
But fortunately he'd died under my yoga mat, so I got a new one for my birthday!
That is why I love our two outside cats...they take care of mice....it has been awhile since we've had one inside (knock on wood).... how long before Mickey is found?
Last fall we had a mouse behind the stove and our cat was standing guard for hours at a time. I saw the mouse a couple of times (the first time crawling ON the stove, which totally grossed me out) and the second time was when I found out where he was coming into the house-through a small hole in the wall. My husband nailed up the hole and we haven't seen him since. I have too many stories about mice, by the way. I hate them-sorry Mickey! I hope you find yours and get rid of it soon.
I am going to admit that I did not read any of your blog for fear that it was about the mice in your photo...as soon as I saw them I had to just come and leave a hello...I am sorry...but I am so phobic of mice that I nearly cried at the sight of the photo! yep...that's me...girl who grew up living in the country...scared of mice! lol
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