Thursday, September 23rd, 2010 | Author:

The kitties three are now a full year old.  In between bouts of racing around the house like wild pigs, they can often be found near the one sunny window they can get to.  Like this:

Peanut & Princessa

and this:

Pumpkin & Peanut

But tonight we discovered why they also like this particular place:

Princessa

We watched them take turns sitting on the stove, staring up at the range hood.  My hubby took the filters out and had a look around, but didn’t see anything, so we retreated to the computer room.  A while later, I heard a low, serious growl coming from the living room.  When I got there, Peanut was warning his sister Princessa to keep away from his mouse, so I will share the GaGa methods of removing mouses from cats that want to keep them.

  • Step 1.  Get a small bucket or bowl and a piece of thin but sturdy cardboard.
  • Step 2.  Follow the cat in possession of the mouse, until said cat releases said mouse.
  • Step 3.  Quickly put the bucket upside down over the mouse.
  • Step 4.  Slide the cardboard under, flip the whole thing over … and give it to your hubby to dispose of as he sees fit.

Alternate method if the cat refuses to let go of the mouse:

  • Step 1.  Put on shoes, and warm clothing if it’s cold outside.
  • Step 2.  Pick up the cat, complete with mouse.
  • Step 3.  Take cat and mouse outdoors and set them on the ground.
  • Step 4.  Stand over same until cat releases mouse.  This part can take a while.
  • Step 5.  Quickly, before he can grab the mouse again, pick up cat and return it to the house, saying, “Good kitty, good kitty.”

Tonight we could use the first method, although with this being their first mouse and all, it took us a while to get with the program.  In the meantime, Peanut kept letting the mouse go so he could chase it again.  By God’s grace, it didn’t find a good hiding place before my hubby returned with the bucket.  It was a hoppy little thing, though we did manage to remove it.

I know, I know.  We stole their birthday present.  But I gave them all lots of kitty treats afterward, and that will just have to do.

And I am extremely grateful that this happened while we were still awake.  I’m sure I would not appreciate a new furry kitty toy in bed with us.

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5 Responses
  1. Jay says:

    Hahahaha!! That is hilarious! I am a mouse-hater myself. I’m not sure how I would dispose of them without mouse traps, but then I feel bad about killing them. Thanks for the good laugh. :D

  2. Jim Wetzel says:

    I will never forget the evening, a few years ago, when my wife and I were watching television in the basement and our cat Tybalt trotted in with a still-living mouse in his jaws. He just wanted to hang out with us while he played with his newly-acquired toy … and, no doubt, let us know that he was doing his job, keeping the house policed up.

    My wife, who has the womanly figure of one who has given birth to children, levitated from the couch and climbed up on the exercise bike. And I don’t mean that in the usual sense of being seated on the saddle. I mean that she had both feet on the saddle, and was clearly looking for a way to go even higher, to maximize her spatial separation from the poor, mostly-used-up rodent. She was saying some things, too, and in an excited manner. I can’t remember exactly what she said, but the essence was that the presence of the mouse was unacceptable, and must cease instantly.

    I took care of the matter, and life went on — no bones broken, and all’s well that ends well. Still, it’s the occasion for a smile whenever I remember it.

  3. akagaga says:

    I can see it now, Jim. Exercise bikes have multiple uses.

    My favorite mouse story was when my oldest was an infant sleeping in the family cradle at the foot of our bed. My two kitties caught a mouse and brought it into the bedroom. It got away and under some furniture where the cats could just get a claw into it enough to make in squeak, but not enough to get it out. I didn’t want to wake the baby up by turning the lights on or yelling at them, so I finally just pulled a pillow over my head so I couldn’t hear it anymore.

    When the baby woke me at 5 am for breakfast in the dark, I got up to get her … and stepped barefoot in puked-up mouse guts. Three steps later I stepped on the tail. This was not a pleasant way to awaken.

  4. Jim Wetzel says:

    Whoa … stepping in partially-digested mouse! That’s heavy-duty.

    Those are some fine-looking cats you have there, by the way.