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1. It is snowing quite fervently here.
/sigh
2. Claire discovered Wednesday night that mice like to live in our kitchen, under the cupboards. We've always had a problem with them, although it's usually not a ginormous problem. Anyway, the cat immediately stationed herself in front of the dishwasher and took up staring diligently at the floorboards. Late Wednesday night Mom and I saw her dart her paw up underneath it and we distinctly heard mouse squeaks. But Claire didn't quite catch it.
So Claire spent most of yesterday in the kitchen, staring at the bottoms of the cupboards. Finally last night I took her into my room so we could open up the dog door for Cassie to come in and out. I settled in to chat with friends and play Warcraft on the computer while Claire curled up and went to sleep. Around some ridiculously ungodly hour of the morning, I SAW THE MOUSE. It ran from under the desk to over by my basket of knitting supplies (MOUSE, DON'T YOU TOUCH THAT WEDDING BLANKET!!), so I stood up, picked up Claire (who looked up at me with sleepy eyes and said, "What the? Mom, I was sleeping!"), set her down on the floor next to the knitting basket, and picked up the basket. The mouse SHOT out and ran back underneath Claire's legs to get back under the desk. Claire jumped about six inches straight up, went berserk, and chased the mouse back and forth across the room for a good half hour. Finally it went into one of my empty suitcases, so Claire jumped in and together we sort of batted the mouse around (it had gone under the lining and I was trying to force it out so Claire could catch it). When it finally came out, she literally took a few swings at it and just sort of... batted it back and forth. I decided that she really had no idea what to DO with a mouse now that it had been "caught" (plus, it occurs to me now that I really probably didn't want her to do what cats do with mice, at least not in my bedroom), so I grabbed the terrified little thing by the tail and... stood helplessly in the middle of the room for a second, not having any idea what to do with it. Finally I just took it out into the backyard and flung it over the back fence.
I feel bad now, since it's out alone in the snow after having suffered a pretty traumatic night.
/sigh
2. Claire discovered Wednesday night that mice like to live in our kitchen, under the cupboards. We've always had a problem with them, although it's usually not a ginormous problem. Anyway, the cat immediately stationed herself in front of the dishwasher and took up staring diligently at the floorboards. Late Wednesday night Mom and I saw her dart her paw up underneath it and we distinctly heard mouse squeaks. But Claire didn't quite catch it.
So Claire spent most of yesterday in the kitchen, staring at the bottoms of the cupboards. Finally last night I took her into my room so we could open up the dog door for Cassie to come in and out. I settled in to chat with friends and play Warcraft on the computer while Claire curled up and went to sleep. Around some ridiculously ungodly hour of the morning, I SAW THE MOUSE. It ran from under the desk to over by my basket of knitting supplies (MOUSE, DON'T YOU TOUCH THAT WEDDING BLANKET!!), so I stood up, picked up Claire (who looked up at me with sleepy eyes and said, "What the? Mom, I was sleeping!"), set her down on the floor next to the knitting basket, and picked up the basket. The mouse SHOT out and ran back underneath Claire's legs to get back under the desk. Claire jumped about six inches straight up, went berserk, and chased the mouse back and forth across the room for a good half hour. Finally it went into one of my empty suitcases, so Claire jumped in and together we sort of batted the mouse around (it had gone under the lining and I was trying to force it out so Claire could catch it). When it finally came out, she literally took a few swings at it and just sort of... batted it back and forth. I decided that she really had no idea what to DO with a mouse now that it had been "caught" (plus, it occurs to me now that I really probably didn't want her to do what cats do with mice, at least not in my bedroom), so I grabbed the terrified little thing by the tail and... stood helplessly in the middle of the room for a second, not having any idea what to do with it. Finally I just took it out into the backyard and flung it over the back fence.
I feel bad now, since it's out alone in the snow after having suffered a pretty traumatic night.
