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Taking a break, going to rest my eyes a bit at home before heading back out to get things done, trying to find the position that will make my neck hurt less ... I put an arm under my pillow and wonder, "What's under my pillow that's soft, fuzzy, slightly squishy, and ... UGH!!!!!"
Dead mouse.
(Dead mouse with a surprisingly soft coat. I must have healthy mice. But still! Eww!)
Thank you ever so much, Perrine. Yes, I'm wide fucking awake now. But I could've used the half hour of downtime, really.
*grumble*
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anniemal (who was sitting next to me on
the bed when I shouted, "EW!") doesn't have to wonder whether my
not having seen a mouse in the past week or so meant that mouse
problem had gone away or not.
I don't think I've said "ew" and "ugh" quite enough yet. It's the surprise, the half-asleepy surprise, that makes it oh so ever ughworthy.
Argh.
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At least it was a whole mouse. One of the neighbor's cats has a tendency to leave him the front half of chipmunks.
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Headless Moles
Chewed Up And Swallowed
Re: Headless Moles
Re: Headless Moles
Our dogs all have such distinct personalities. Pepper is jealous, smart, but stubborn (she knows what you're telling her to do, just doesn't want to do it sometimes). Brindle is wise, old and calm. She's mother to most of our dogs, grandmother to Celeste (Pepper is the only unrelated one).
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Here, let me help...
That's so gross... At least she catches the mice, though. Mine just usually either doesn't go after them, or waits for them to come out and asks me to bring him his toys. There were two in my kitchen not so long ago, in the new place, even. *sigh* They seem gone, though.
I had to smash a wasp in the bathroom, though.
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Kitty Presents
D'G's reaction to finding the dead mouse under her pillow was almost as amusing as the time my SO (aka My Last Good Boyfriend) left his jeans in a puddle on the floor as usual, and sometime in the night, Kitty plopped a hairball square in the middle of the crotch seams. Said boyfriend/almost-intended did not use underwear, and let out the most amazing non-verbal exclamation I've ever heard when he pulled those pants up and hairball met scrotum. I coughed. It was truly funny. Side-splitting hilarious. And I knew I mustn't laugh lest I be accused of putting it there. Oh, the faces and wordless utterances he made!
Really truly, I was never involved in instigating either occurrence. Not above enjoying them and congratulating the felines involved for their devotion and ability to amuse me (not in the presence of their recipients/victims), but I wouldn't have suggested it. Cats are far more inventive than I. And wouldn't listen even if I were more inventive than they. Not that I'd openly presume to tell them that their job is to amuse me. But that's another sort of relationship.
D' G's response to the dead mouse was heartfelt and pretty profound, but not quite as much so as MLGB's was. I came on all sympathetic so he'd be distracted from his notion that the cat hated him, etc. so she'd not be blamed. (They love spider plants, it's just gonna happen...) By comparison D'G was reasonable in spite of herself. Another reason to love her.
Even a dead mouse under the pillow can't hold a candle to a 3-wks gone dead hamster stuck halfway through a forgotten hav-a-hart mousetrap found only by dint of its stench. It was green. The mouse was whole fresh kill, or accidental suffocation.
So I had a giggly day.