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There was a mouse in the house!


Friday, January 18, 2013

We recently had new doors and windows installed. Apparently, during the installation process, a lone little mouse took refuge from the cold in our kitchen! Yuck! While my husband and I were basking in the afterglow of a homeowners job well done, our cats began to act weird. Our oldest cat became obsessed with getting into the lower cupboards where my plasticware is stored. Our youngest would suddenly dive under the dishwasher door when it was open and lay their flat the entire time I was loading it. I didn't think much of it until the first night I was back from attending a funeral out of state.

Both cats were sitting up like prairie dogs and staring at the top of the stove and cabinets near the stove. Their eyes were absolutely glued there. Former farm kids that we are, I said, "You know, the cats are acting like there's a mouse in the kitchen." I moved the basket of oven mitts away from the back wall. Sure enough, there they were. Mouse droppings. "Oh, we have a mouse!" We have never had a mouse in the house. Garage, once in awhile, but never in the house. We talked about how a mouse could have gotten in. Then we realized it most likely got in while the new doors and windows were being installed.

The next night when I opened the dishwasher to load it, there he was! Old farm girl or not, I yelped and hollered, "Rube! Rube!" (youngest cat) Rube didn't come to my rescue because my tone scared him to death, and the mouse scampered under the dishwasher.

We rinse our dishes thoroughly before putting them in the dishwasher. I decided the mouse was in the dishwasher to get water, not food. I started keeping the dishwasher door shut tight all the time, and I placed a small bowl of water in the middle of the kitchen floor to try and draw him out. Next, I took the cats' collars off of them. We never let them outside, and I figured their tags jingling would make it impossible for them to sneak up on our unwanted guest.

Last night our oldest cat tucked us in as usual. Big purr and love fest. As both cats have been doing the last couple of weeks, as we were drifting off to sleep, they got out of bed....tonight without their collars on.

At 2:30 A.M. I was awakened by fierce growling and hissing and spitting, and scuffling. I quietly got up, put my slippers on, and turned on the kitchen light. Rube was tossing the mouse around, playing with it. Py was the one growling. I couldn't tell if the mouse was dead or not. I woke up DH.

The mouse was not moving. Py took the mouse play over, still growling and hissing. It was a little unnerving. I have never heard him so fierce, and he would not let me have the mouse. After seeing all the puncture wounds, we determined it was dead. We went back to bed.

They ate the mouse. We woke up this morning to no mouse and a pile of puke in the family room. DH cleaned it up.

Both cats are sacked out in the sunshine now. Py is dreaming about chasing something. His paws and mouth are twitching in his sleep. Reliving last night's hunt? Probably. It was the most excitement we have had around here in awhile.

I hope we don't have anymore.
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