Anyway, so I haven't been hallucinating, dreaming or otherwise making it all up, it really is a mouse and it really is in the apartment. Since the first night of major chewing however we've not seen or heard any evidence... beyond of course the sight of the damn thing taking possession of our living room. We have no idea where it's based itself beyond the vague suspicion that it is living in the kitchen and so tomorrow the kitchen gets
It appears also that now the creature has been in the house for a few days, it is finally leaving enough of a scent trail for our old puss to get a whiff of, however our suspicion that he was once a pampered show cat is gaining legs as it is clear that while he can smell something, he's not entirely certain what to do about it... I suspect that he and real mice have never had the pleasure, so to speak.
The upshot is that Teddymouse, his ancient lump of spit-stiff terry-towelling filled with something that might once have been catnip, is getting some renewed abuse as his instincts battle it out with his manners. Sammy is now strutting about the place as if he really has done battle and I swear the whole thing is actually doing him some good - perhaps some ancient pheremone receptor is pumping him full of energy. Or something.
The spud, now he is old enough to understand what Teddymouse is about is now putting life and limb at risk by trying to tempt Sammy with Teddymouse and Sammy is again proving what a gent he is by not lifting a paw while the spud is holding on... the result however is that my little boy, who REALLY wants Sammy to play with the toy the way he does when I drag it about, is getting very frustrated.
Anyway, we are no further ahead in our quest to evict our mouse, however our rickety old grey bone-bag is now a lionesque hunter, long may he roar.
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My old dollshouse, kept in the garage, has been eaten by mice. In a way I respect them because they actually lay in the dolls' bed. Brilliant.
Sparx, you are so soft hearted when it comes to the animal kingdom. I am not as brave as you are. When I saw a mouse in my kitchen a few years back, I promptly screamed!
Reminds me of my childhood in a way excpet I seem to remember a lot more mice and a cat that was a better mouser, which made for some very gory morning finds...
If your cat has any luck with the mouse maybe you could lend him to me? I've been doing battle with the Indiana Jones of mice since January....
When they are cute it is so hard to break their neck in a mouse trap isn't it?
*sigh*
LOL I once had a house with mice. Not a mouse....mice. Ugh. Scared the willies out of me. But they did terrible things like crawl across my toes in the dark. Ew.
Good luck!
BJ
There's a mouse louse about this house. Sorry, couldn't resist, good luck on the mouse hunting (sorry again, it's just too easy). MH
Raz... sorry, but that's pretty funny... do you have any doll's duvets for them? Snort. Oh I am sorry.
Michelle - I am a bit of a softie, yes...
DJ, yes, have been there with the gory morning finds. Used to live in a squat with my two cats and some nights it was carnage.
Mud in the City... nope, sorry, he's the opposite of a mouser... whatever that is... old, tired and lazy!
Johnny's Mommy... indeed... and it is a bit of a cutie our mouse.
Blogget - really? Crawl across your toes? That would have scared the willies out of me too...
Mellennium Housewife... LOL... very Dr. Seuss.
I love it. Our rickety cat has suddenly taken an upturn as well, but not because of a mouse. He's just suddenly rediscovered his homo-erotic love for my husband and can't stay away from him. If I dare get between the two, I get cat butt in the face. We have no idea why BJ is doing this now, but he's definitely strutting his stuff around my man. I'm only slightly jealous.
Glad your kitty is doing well! Good luck with the mouse, though.
Helen - very very funny! I love it. I've been experiencing cat butt in the face for a long time, only just has it turned around!
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