Or indeed anyone even slightly squeamish, houseproud or mouse phobic.
Gave the game away there, didn’t I? I’ve never been a woman who screams at small furry things, but I have to admit that I did today when it ran across my work surface as I was making lunch.
Yeuch.
So in the midst of everything else I have to do, now I have to empty everywhere in the kitchen and frantically disinfect everything. The evidence looks to me that it moved in when we went away this weekend, and presumably may have been scared off when we chased it round the kitchen this lunch time. Although I’m probably never going to know that for sure 🙁
I’d say the cat is in disgrace, but given he’s out when we’re out, I think we have to let him off on this. Although I am thinking of shutting him in the kitchen overnight tonight, just in case….
so you’ll excuse me if I’m not around much tonight. And I had so much to blog as well!
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12 responses to “Joyce and Ros, look away now”
Eeeuw, a live one! Our puss doesn’t bring live ones, only those in a state of rigor mortis. I suppose that must be a blessing.
Might be worth checking if you have any holes around waste pipes and the such ie where mortice has eroded, as that can be a way for them to get in. I have had that problem here once and my parents did too. It may not be the cat….
Good luck (I would say have fun but I think that would be slightly inappropriate given the circumstances)
LOL! If it’s anything like my past cats it will sit on a high surface and smile at you whilst you chase around trying to catch the demented rodent!
they say they can fit through any hole where you can push a biro!!!!Good luck
It was good scream tho!
whiskey brings in live ones to play with.they always end up dead though. she is a very good mouser
Deep breathing, Joyce. You can cope with this…….
ugh – garage was bad enough, kitchen – yuk!!! (although not quite as bad as vomit, still)
oops, Alison Was Here! that last one was me!
I did warn you Joyce… 😉
Have just completed bleaching the worst area, taking a break. Somehow have no appetite at all tonight.
This afternoon I cut 2 lovely slices of french bread and put them on plates on the table. As J sat down she said there’s a fly on yours. It was a small spider. I do have a bread bin, but *someone* seems to be oblivious of its existence.
She was so grossed out she wouldnt eat in the kitchen, but me,I am obviously past caring, as I just cut the crust off!
I’m totally mouse-phobic too. When we get them I turn into the woman from the Tom and Jerry cartoons, standing on the table screaming “Thomaaas!!”
Sympathies, empathies… one once ran up Zara’s trouser leg…. 🙁 (Just to make you feel better there)
I can beat the trouser leg, when I was caring for my Gran she had a lot of mice as they used to come in from the field opposite. I was sleeping on a futon and the mice used to chew it during the night. One night one ran up DHs arm. We also had them in our house, most spectacular kill was DH dropping a paint pot on one. Jax, I would get some of those child proof containers of poison, once they get a toe hold in the house they are ruddy hard to get rid of – we had to move LOL!