The cats caught *two* more mice today. Raedthinn caught the first, and was in no mood to share; attempts to separate him from his mouse led to much growlings, and eventually three cats and one human running around like idiots to re-capture it. It got trapped under a cup, and expired almost instantly… heart attack, I guess.
The second one was caught by Buttons. Buttons displayed more ingenuity that I would have expected… he took the mouse to the high-walled litter box and let it go… then played with it among the cat poop. Buttons knew that the mouse would not be able to escape from that enclosure. Clever. This one is now in an inflated Zip-Lock baggie, awaiting his doom… which will be to experience the magic and mystery of a freezing night outside in Utah.
These mice have been, I’m reasonably sure, younguns. No idea how many more might have gotten caught that I didn’t see.
While I’m sure a baby mouse would be an awesome cat treat, who knows what biological horribleness they might have rampaging through their systems. So, out they go.
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They really do tend to head indoors the first time really cold weather arrives; we had a night when I was working out at our airport many years back when a blizzard hit and around ten got into the building; took me all night to round them all up and put them in an empty trash can.
Come morning I dug a hole down through a snowbank to the thick grass below that I intended to pour them down, so they could shelter under the snow (that’s normally how they spend the winter up here; tunneling around in the compressed sub-snow foliage). Wen to do that and they avoided the hole, ran across the top of the snow, and went straight up my pant legs. I was jumping around with mice flying out everywhere.
A few years ago tiny field mice found a way into my house. The cat found the mice wandering about and, being a good and caring cat, delivered the things to me. In the middle of the night. When I was asleep. Because I was asleep, the cat decided to play with the mouse of the night until the squeakings of the mouse and the scrambling of the cat woke me. I discovered that mice make a distinct “splat” noise when one tosses them onto the street from my front porch.
We had a reoccurring mouse out the airport that whenever you tried to catch it ran down the gap between the water radiator pipe and the concrete floor the surrounded it.
After this happened around ten times, it was time to use Zen to defeat it.
Down the gap it went again…to be followed by around one quart of plaster of Paris that I had waiting and mixed up to follow it down that gap in the floor.
It was not seen again after that…
The truly appalling thing was how my grandmother got rid of the racoons that were raiding her lake cottage…she mixed corn meal with plaster dust and left it out for them to eat, so that it solidified in their digestive systems.