I’ve had a mouse in my kitchen for a couple of weeks. It mostly stayed on the countertop. I even saw it once. I rushed at it with some hand towels and had it trapped in the corner. I should have crushed it to death, but instead put Max on the counter to kill it. He caught the mouse and jumped to the floor, but then let it go so he could toy with it and it ran away. Dang.
Out came the mousetraps. I was frustrated as the mouse was somehow able to completely clean the triggers of all peanut butter without snapping the traps. But yesterday morning as I came into the kitchen, I saw this:
Too bad Max couldn’t catch it. In his defense, he’s not allowed on the kitchen counter, so it would have been hard for him to hunt. But wait! What’s that on the floor of the downstairs bathroom?
Yay! Max is a mouser!
Wow – do you think being hairless makes him a more streamlined hunter, or that he really likes snacks with a peanut-butter-filled center?
Heh.
HA!! Peaunt butter filled snacks…wait, that sounds really good!
“Max, did you save Peggy any?”
..hehe!!!!
I really want to know what kind of mouse trap you’re building, because that first mouse seems to have been crushed to death by two pieces of graham cracker.
The second mouse, probably related to the first mouse, is clearly a suicide.
Really heavy graham crackers. You prop them against each other like a house of cards and put the peanut butter underneath them. When the mouse touches the peanut butter – WHAM! The graham crackers smash him. If he doesn’t die of the impact, he dies of exposure.
Graham crackers made of steel. And kryptonite.
I’d also like to take this opportunity to use an aphorism that doesn’t come up often enough in my day-to-day conversations…
Someone Else: The early bird gets the worm.
Me: yes, but the second mouse gets the cheese.
Are you trying to start another game? I remember once, long ago, in a galaxy far far away, I meant to comment on something that I could tell you were initiating…but then got distracted, as I’m wont to do. Then at the end of the day you commented that you thought it would be a fun game, but no one played along. And I thought dang….I forgot to add my comment! You know I’m always up for playing. Anyway….
Someone Else: Dudley Dooright always gets his man.
Me: Ewwwwwww!
……I never thought of it that way before, Peggy……..I’ll never watch Rocky & Bulwinkle the same way. Like you said…..”EW!”
–she who has replaced the bird clock in her classroom with a Bulwinkle J Moose clock that runs backward. Seeinz how kiddos these days cannot read an analog clock anyway, it doesn’t much matter – but it’s a conversation piece!
Yay Max! You’re a Super Hero!
Once when I lived in the city, after my dog had a feast in the basement on such critters…we found a sole survivor huddled up in the corner of our trashcan. It was the cutest yittle baby you ever saw. It looked just like a gray cotton ball…I insisted we put it in a dixie cup with a piece of cheese & take him to the woods.
go max! I love productive cats!
Yay Max! It’s about time you start earning your keep! 🙂