Your stories about Perrine and her mice makes me wish I had mice just so I could find out what Lily would do. She would probably love it, new toys! As a child growing up, I lived in a house on the edge of the woods, we always had field mice in the house and the cats always took care of them. Having mice in the house never bothered me in the least. Here in the city, we had a severe ant problem one year so our landlord has the house chemically treated for pests (might explain some of my health problems) so we tend not to have mice.
You don't want mice. Trust me on this. My house is 97 years old, and when we moved in, it was chock full of mice. Bold little f***ers, who'd climb up the curtains when we were in the room. It would be okay if they didn't eat everything in sight, chew up linens and clothing, and poop everywhere.
Plus, our cats were entirely disinterested in hunting unless a mouse conveniently happened their way.
We evicted the mice to the city park for having political beliefs that differed from ours. I am sure the city authorities are just thrilled.
I don't know whether I've ever had mice here. I've occasionally seen the cats look expectantly in the kitchen but I've never seen any evidence of mice or ex-mice. Outside, it's a different story; I'm always seeing the ferals pouncing on a mouse or vole.
The only mouse I've ever seen in this house was the one Pellie brought into the house to play with. (He knocks on the glass patio door to be let in or out - no muffled meows as warning, and our little field mice can fit inside his mouth.)
If Perrine was once allowed outdoors, she may have the idea that outdoors=prey, indoors=toy.
Maybe a mouse trapped in the bathtub would give her a chance to figure things out.
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Plus, our cats were entirely disinterested in hunting unless a mouse conveniently happened their way.
We evicted the mice to the city park for having political beliefs that differed from ours. I am sure the city authorities are just thrilled.
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If Perrine was once allowed outdoors, she may have the idea that outdoors=prey, indoors=toy.
Maybe a mouse trapped in the bathtub would give her a chance to figure things out.