I’m sure everyone’s been anxiously awaiting word on my rodent situation. So, here’s the update.
For weeks after the mouse sighting, I patiently awaited my offering. I’d heard this is common practice for a cat that loves its owner: to catch the invading mouse, and then proudly present it on the owner’s pillow like some kind of mixed-up tooth fairy. My husband and I had long doubted our cats’ hunting abilities, but I thought that maybe the threat of starvation would cause their instincts to kick in.
Since we have two cats, one of whom used to like me, I thought the odds were pretty good that I’d be receiving a little something, even if only by accident. Maybe not on my pillow, as the cats are too filthy to be allowed on the bed, but perhaps at the bottom of the stairs or something. Just a small token of thanks for feeding them once in a while and tossing some sand into a dark corner of the basement. Then, I’d chalk one up for the cats and subtract the five-dozen or so points that the mouse had surely accumulated during the cats’ extensive nap time.
But morning after morning, I’d stumble down the stairs only to find nothing out of the ordinary. Just the usual cat vomit on various rugs and couch cushions. A little “F you” for having kids and ruining their perfect lives. So, we had to call in the professionals.
When the cats gradually lost interest in the taped-off rodent corner of the house, we assumed we were in the clear. So, imagine our surprise when we found a small punctured mouse corpse on the living room rug last week. (UPDATE: two mouse corpses.) (Where there are two, there are 2 million. Excuse me while the reality of a full-blown infestation really sinks in…) (…Uh-huh, and here comes the vomit…).
There’s no way to confirm which cat was responsible, but I’m pretty sure it’s not the one who’s trying to bask in the glow of the achievement. Until I can figure it out, I have no choice but to take both striped and non-striped roast beast off the menu.
However, we are offering a special on day-old rodent. Any takers?
Yes starve them until they do their duty! That's the way! (Does it work with kids and husbands too do you think?)
Posted by: ilva | May 08, 2007 at 05:55 AM
Once had a mouse die in an apartment wall. Stunk to high heaven, but every place we opened the wall we couldn't find it. Eventually the smell went away. Ugh.
Posted by: Luther | May 08, 2007 at 07:37 AM
With 4 cats in the house, mice were never our problem. Rocky was the hunter of the clan and you never knew what you'd find bleeding on the kitchen floor in the morning. However, it's the baby bunny tails that always got me... where was the rest of it I wondered? The picture of that always made me gag a little (and watch where I stepped).
Posted by: Sally | May 08, 2007 at 08:08 AM
Oh!! Moussaka!! I just got it!! duoh!
Posted by: Sally | May 08, 2007 at 08:10 AM
My cat does nothing. Okay well I guess that isn't necessarily true. She eats, she shits and she naps. If she has any spare time between those activities she enjoys sneaking up on me while I'm walking and then weaving her body between my legs assuring me of a face plant to the carpet.
Yes there is nothing like facial rug burns caused by feline evilness. God.
xoxo
Posted by: Lisa | May 08, 2007 at 09:53 AM
Lisa: I know what you mean about the face-plants. If the cats don't get me, the kids sure do.
Sally: I thought bunny tails were the cotton candy of the working cat.
Luther: Dead mouse smell is the gift that keeps on giving. I thought we had that problem, too, but it turns out it was just a can of old garbanzo beans in the back of the fridge. So sorry about your walls, and thanks for visiting!
Ilva: It's been working so far. Sort of.
Posted by: Tammy | May 08, 2007 at 02:32 PM
We are working on "Operation Enduring Freedom -- for Our Cats," finding a way to remove our two cats from our equation before we move. My justificaiton: my brother is deathly allergic to them and hasn't been able to visit my home in the 7 years since he moved to Boston. My other justification: I hate them, and they hate me. Initially I was considering only cruelty-free means to do so; now I am willing to ask no questions and even write a big check. Any takers?
Posted by: Free Stimpy and Dusty! | May 08, 2007 at 02:55 PM
I know a crazy guy in Worcester with 6 million cats. What's two more?
Posted by: Tammy | May 08, 2007 at 03:04 PM
I would like to add Sidney and Mr. Nathan to the list. Glad to hear that someone else out there hates their cats as much as I hate mine.
Catching 1 or two mice in ten years doesn't make up for the vomit, damage to furniture and moulding, scratches and bites, shed fur, allergy attacks, and other indignities.
If I was allowed, they would be gone tomorrow. Ed, do the right thing and keep your new home free of cats!
Posted by: Husband | May 08, 2007 at 07:46 PM
oh, i can't let the cat-haters take over! I adore my cats, fur and all. I don't think they'd kill a mouse though, they'd probably look to me for protection.
And shouldn't it be "mouse-saka"? Good accompniment with the ratattouille!
Posted by: sunny12 | May 09, 2007 at 10:14 AM