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I had always heard that if you see one mouse, you‘ve got a bunch. Well, now, there‘s a cheery thought. I had one mouse that used to visit me early every morning while I sat at the computer. He and I were taking advantage of a quiet household to get some important stuff done. He would come from under the stove, pause in front of the fridge to blink his morning greeting, I would wave and then he would be on his way. I didn’t see any reason to get all freaked out. Just a little mouse, about as long as my index finger. Kind of cute in fact.
Havoc, our cat, was in the house one morning. He comes in nights and goes out at first light, lest he get too comfortable with soft living. All of a sudden I hear this awful racket and I look up to see this cat ricocheting around the living room like a balloon with a bad air leak, knocking over lamps and pulling down curtains. My first instinct was to be prepared to run, as it looked to me like he was having a fit of some kind and could be dangerous.
Then I spotted what he was after. It was a little bitty baby mouse about maybe two inches long, if that. My early morning mouse was three to four inches long. What does that mean? It means that Mr. Mouse had officially moved in bringing family and belongings and was now taking his mail at my house. That’s what I get for being hospitable, I guess.
Havoc, after having destroyed the living room quite efficiently, caught the mouse. I felt really bad about it but couldn't help being proud of Havoc. I bent down to try and wrestle the mouse away and put it outside as it was so small and helpless, and I really didn't want Havoc to EAT it but no, he wasn't having any of that.
I grabbed the tail and tugged and he clamped down tighter than ever and basically said in cat language, 'you take my mouse, I take your finger'. One look in his fiery green eyes and we came to an understanding.
Havoc had gotten to the toothpick stage when I hear these squeaking sounds coming from under the kitchen cabinet. The cat seemed to hear it too, he cocked his head to the side and licked his lips. I wonder if mice know when one of their own buys the farm, as it was such a coincidence for this to happen just as Havoc was munching down on this mouse. It sounded for all the world like a whole herd of mice engaged in some fairly vociferous grieving.
We bought one of those electronic pest devices and it doesn't seem to be working. I live in an old mobile home, full of entries and exits and no way to plug all these holes. I can't put poison down because I have pets and I don't want them the mice crawling in the walls to die. Traps are filled the minute they're emptied and quite frankly I'm sick of looking at mangled little mice bodies. Havoc has since broken a leg and is temporarily out of commission and wasn't much of a hunter anyway as out of countless mice he's caught one.
I'm open to any helpful suggestions. Please.
Havoc, our cat, was in the house one morning. He comes in nights and goes out at first light, lest he get too comfortable with soft living. All of a sudden I hear this awful racket and I look up to see this cat ricocheting around the living room like a balloon with a bad air leak, knocking over lamps and pulling down curtains. My first instinct was to be prepared to run, as it looked to me like he was having a fit of some kind and could be dangerous.
Then I spotted what he was after. It was a little bitty baby mouse about maybe two inches long, if that. My early morning mouse was three to four inches long. What does that mean? It means that Mr. Mouse had officially moved in bringing family and belongings and was now taking his mail at my house. That’s what I get for being hospitable, I guess.
Havoc, after having destroyed the living room quite efficiently, caught the mouse. I felt really bad about it but couldn't help being proud of Havoc. I bent down to try and wrestle the mouse away and put it outside as it was so small and helpless, and I really didn't want Havoc to EAT it but no, he wasn't having any of that.
I grabbed the tail and tugged and he clamped down tighter than ever and basically said in cat language, 'you take my mouse, I take your finger'. One look in his fiery green eyes and we came to an understanding.
Havoc had gotten to the toothpick stage when I hear these squeaking sounds coming from under the kitchen cabinet. The cat seemed to hear it too, he cocked his head to the side and licked his lips. I wonder if mice know when one of their own buys the farm, as it was such a coincidence for this to happen just as Havoc was munching down on this mouse. It sounded for all the world like a whole herd of mice engaged in some fairly vociferous grieving.
We bought one of those electronic pest devices and it doesn't seem to be working. I live in an old mobile home, full of entries and exits and no way to plug all these holes. I can't put poison down because I have pets and I don't want them the mice crawling in the walls to die. Traps are filled the minute they're emptied and quite frankly I'm sick of looking at mangled little mice bodies. Havoc has since broken a leg and is temporarily out of commission and wasn't much of a hunter anyway as out of countless mice he's caught one.
I'm open to any helpful suggestions. Please.