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Oct. 29th, 2009 08:23 pmI think we just possibly have the stupidest mice in the world.
I mean, seriously. How many mice do you really see RUN DIRECTLY INTO THE CAT. He is not Tom and you are not Jerry, and he is going to win.
I was getting Emmy ready for bed in the bathroom when I see a small furry streak zip out from under the bathroom cabinet and behind the toilet. I yanked Emmy out into the hall and opened the bedroom door, where we stash Ily while we're eating (since he won't stop for hell or high water when someone has food). He was anxiously waiting there to be released, so I grabbed him and tossed him over by the tub. The mouse was in the corner, so he didn't see it, and tried to run out. I grabbed him and tossed him back. After the third time, he just looked at me like "what in the FUCK is your problem?" He was lying/crouching down and watching me...and I see the mouse come out and apparently try to go UNDER him. He feels it, and then snatches it. I tell Emmy to wait in her room since she's lingering in the hallway and making whiny sounds, then keep an eye on Ily, who's biting it and repeatedly catching it when it tries to make another break for it. It's a resilient little fucker, but Ily's really playing with it more than anything else. He gets it to the point where it can't really run, and I grab the glass container we usually keep Q-Tips in (which was empty), and bring it down over the mouse, then find a piece of cardboard (the back cover off a notebook was the first thing I found) to stick under it, to take it out to the trash bin. I told Ily he was a good boy lots of times and petted him, then gave him a slice of turkey lunchmeat for a treat (and because we're out of cat food and I couldn't stop at the store on the way home from work since I had Emmy and she's getting sick again).
So yeah. Score another point for the cat. That's at least three mice he's gotten so far, all within the last couple of weeks.
In other news, I may have figured out today how my NaNo is going to end!! I need to find someone to talk it over with, and write down more notes, and there needs to be a lot more details (reasons why one of the very main characters won't be present even though he should be, for one), but it feels good! I WAS GETTING WORRIED. Also need moar notes for the possible co-write. Good thing the weekend is coming and we were promised no work Saturday--it can all be prep.
I mean, seriously. How many mice do you really see RUN DIRECTLY INTO THE CAT. He is not Tom and you are not Jerry, and he is going to win.
I was getting Emmy ready for bed in the bathroom when I see a small furry streak zip out from under the bathroom cabinet and behind the toilet. I yanked Emmy out into the hall and opened the bedroom door, where we stash Ily while we're eating (since he won't stop for hell or high water when someone has food). He was anxiously waiting there to be released, so I grabbed him and tossed him over by the tub. The mouse was in the corner, so he didn't see it, and tried to run out. I grabbed him and tossed him back. After the third time, he just looked at me like "what in the FUCK is your problem?" He was lying/crouching down and watching me...and I see the mouse come out and apparently try to go UNDER him. He feels it, and then snatches it. I tell Emmy to wait in her room since she's lingering in the hallway and making whiny sounds, then keep an eye on Ily, who's biting it and repeatedly catching it when it tries to make another break for it. It's a resilient little fucker, but Ily's really playing with it more than anything else. He gets it to the point where it can't really run, and I grab the glass container we usually keep Q-Tips in (which was empty), and bring it down over the mouse, then find a piece of cardboard (the back cover off a notebook was the first thing I found) to stick under it, to take it out to the trash bin. I told Ily he was a good boy lots of times and petted him, then gave him a slice of turkey lunchmeat for a treat (and because we're out of cat food and I couldn't stop at the store on the way home from work since I had Emmy and she's getting sick again).
So yeah. Score another point for the cat. That's at least three mice he's gotten so far, all within the last couple of weeks.
In other news, I may have figured out today how my NaNo is going to end!! I need to find someone to talk it over with, and write down more notes, and there needs to be a lot more details (reasons why one of the very main characters won't be present even though he should be, for one), but it feels good! I WAS GETTING WORRIED. Also need moar notes for the possible co-write. Good thing the weekend is coming and we were promised no work Saturday--it can all be prep.
