When the cat’s away the mice will play but what happens when the cat wants to play with the house mouse?
Our cat Odin is a master mouser. He sharpened his skills indoors this week when he caught and proudly carried his prize for all to see. I prefer a clean kill instead of the usual cat and mouse torture games so I let the mouse escape. And again and again. Odin in bloodhound fashion zeroed in on a corner of our kitchen with such frenzied obsession, I resorted to locking the kitchen door at night.
We live in a 150-year-old farm-house where mice have likely lived for most if not all of its history. Before Odin arrived, we resorted to the most humane way of keeping the vermin at bay with catch and release traps. This method is tantamount to bailing water from a sinking ship with a teaspoon. Plus I felt like Hitler releasing them to a death march in the winter.
While contemplating the oxymoron of humane killing, I opened the kitchen junk drawer and gasped. A mouse had crafted a nest out of random bits of string. Its cute, brown furry face looked at me and it was debatable who was more shocked. I closed the drawer but not before leaving a few kernels of popcorn and a bottle cap of water. What can I say, I’m a lover, not a killer.
The next morning, I gingerly opened the drawer. The food and water gone, I left bits of bread while questioning my sanity. The next day I left bits of cheesy pizza. Oatmeal was not a hit. If there is the line between vermin and pet, I’d crossed it. I can’t toss this cutie outdoors. So now we have a house mouse named Brunhilda and a cat who is on mouse patrol day and night. Advice anyone? I mean besides the folly of naming a mouse?
It’s Saturday PhotoHunt and this week’s theme is Add. Our add photo is 1 cat + 1 = purrs. Older boys Domino and Merlin preferred not to leave a warm lap.
The always mysterious Gris Gris soaked up a sun puddle. Unlike snow lover Odin, he’s not a fan of cold weather. How about your cats?
Thanks for all your purrs. Domino has recuperated from a cat cold and Merlin is perfecting the decibel level of his opurrah. What’s remarkable at this stage of kidney disease is his ravenous appetite and zero weight loss in months. He’s fed on demand 24/7 (about every 3 to 4 hours.). And our mobile vet Dr. G. is due next week for a follow up visit.