I keep Trudy's food in her largely unused crate in the dining room. The crating experiment was a miserable failure, and rather than see Trudy hurt herself trying to get out of the crate, I just use it to store her food and water. Her bed rests on the opposite wall.
Sunday night, I sat in the living room, watching my sixth hour of poker (it's not a problem yet -- I can quit any time), when Trudy roused herself from a nap, staggered over to the side of the crate and stared.
I looked at her curiously, wondering just what the hell she was doing. She held her head low, staring at something. I began thinking senility was starting to affect my old dog, when her tail started wagging and she bolted into the kitchen.
Yep. She found a mouse.
And then she spent the next two hours searching for her new playmate, despite my shouting at her to catch it, but no - she just scampered around, wanting to play with it.
Heaven help me if someone busts in here at night. I'm not even sure she'll wake up.
Wednesday, December 01, 2004
I Certainly Sleep Better at Night
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Man, you have some mouse issues don't you! I have found that dogs typically either want to play with the mouse, or just simply ignore it. Wanna borrow my cat? :)
Be careful what you offer -- I might take you up on it. I've almost hit that point.
I'll have to have an interview for your cat first, though - I'll need to see his mousing credentials. References are always nice too. ; )
Brian: "So, Pandora, what can you bring to this establishment?"
Pandora: "Meow!"
Brian: "Really? Well, tell me, what do you think your strong points are. Mmhmm. How about your weaknesses?"
Pandora: "Rowr.."
Brian: "And where do you see yourself in ten years? No! Wait, come back! Tracie, she's chasing a twist tie around again!"
Ha ha! Well actually, not to disapoint you, but my poor kitty probably wouldn't know what to do with a mouse anymore! She started out as a stray, but has been so spoiled I doubt she even remembers what they look like!
Oh, and sorry about the interview nonsense...I couldn't resist... ;)
First off -- I love the fact you named your cat Pandora - what a great name for a cat.
Well, I'd drop a toy mouse in front of prospective cats to see how they handle themselves. Although, Tigger, my mom's cat is the standard by which I judge mousers - 17 pounds of feline fury.
And the interview cracked me up - just envisioning me sitting at the table with the cat opposite me was a funny mental picture. : )
Brian,
After I first adopted my cat, Dax (shortly after I moved into my first apartment), I would often come home from class and see half a dead mouse in my doorway, and Dax grinning contentedly. (And yes, I kept getting rid of the mouse corpse).
Needless to say, I've never had mouse problems, and Dax has a resume and references.
Gordon
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