I’ve written before about mice woes. I detest the little critters. That' s the whole reason my Man Cat Pumpkin showed up. It’s his job... His job....his JOB! Not my job! Really, I consider it HIS job to keep all mice away.
Unfortunately, I was sitting here writing a blog a couple of days ago when my peripheral vision caught sight of a little gray streak along the baseboard near my computer. EEK! I cannot begin to tell you how jumpy I am at the sight of a mouse. I’d gotten into a comfort zone that none dared be within a mile of my house. But, the proof was there. Just to let me know it was for real, the little critter dared to turn around and run back the other way.
My reasoning tells me that it is just a mouse. It isn’t poisonous. It can’t kill me. It is just a tiny little mouse who is trying to live life in a dangerous world. It could, for some, be considered a pet. I, however, do not consider it a pet. I normally add an ‘s’ and call it a pest. It is not welcome, not wanted, not even cute. It makes me downright jumpy. It stresses me out. It makes me crazy.
I called my friend Grace hoping she would sympathize. No. She just laughed at me, and not for the first time. She was sympathetic to a point, but not the point of coming over and setting traps and waiting until the mouse was gone. No. Not that.
I can’t honestly blame Grace for that. She told me I just needed a man around. I told her I KNEW that. I asked for one once, and got that darned cat. Big help there.
I decided to check on the cat, my great man cat Pumpkin. Oh, I found him, and I couldn’t help taking his picture. I think the guy has fallen down on the job, and I have proof. I’ll bet you would agree.
Don’t think you’ve heard the last of the mouse saga. I’m sure there will be more. This is a problem that has to be handled. I put out a bit of poison, and now I’m headed out to have a little talk with Pumpkin. I'm sure I'm going to say lots of words to him, and all of them might not be nice.
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