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.
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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.