I Hate Meeces to Pieces

We  have a new visitor in our house. It is a  mouse. A dirty, rotten, stinking mouse. 

Yesterday the cats went berserk trying to catch the stinker. It hid behind the bookcase, then finally ran to hide behind the desk. 

After we herded all the four leggeds upstairs, Husband set traps here and there, hoping to find a nice dead rodent this morning.

Not so. 

Husband set about disarming all springs this morning so everyone could come downstairs without getting a tootsie trapped.

Here are Frost and Mimi yesterday. They had been crouched for a long time. Eventually, they chilled and just stared at the mouse under the bookcase:

And of course, the ever vigilant, mighty Maine Coon hot on the mouse trail:

AHEM!

So, anyway. The scary thing is when the cats came down, none of them acted like there had ever been a mouse in the house.

When we came home from the ever increasing doctor's appointments today, I coulda sworn I smelled rat.

 Husband sniffed, shrugged and said, "Possibly."

Daughter just looked at me.

No one that abides in this abode except me can smell stuff worth a tee wattly toot.

I may be just a wee bit paranoid as we once had a mouse die in the vent and we had to live with it because we couldn't get to it.

Lordee.

Or maybe the same buddy that dropped him off came back by and picked him up.

We can only hope.

There's a Mouse in the House OR I Hate Meeses to Pieces...You Pick

We came home the other evening, and as I passed by Daughter's room, I saw two of our cats, Mimi and Frost, staring intently behind the Chest of Drawers.

"There's something in  your room," I said to Daughter.

She looked, said, "I don't see anything."

So, I went on my merry way.

Shortly thereafter, I thought I heard Daughter hollering, "Ow, Ow, Ow!" Not in a terribly injured way, just semi dramatic, so I went about my business. Then I heard, "Ow! Mama! Ow!"

I walked into her room, "What?"

"Mouse! Mouse! Mouse!"

Oh. Sometimes being hearing impaired can be fun.

"I told you there was something back there."

She got a flashlight and had taken a better look and found two little eyes staring back at her.

Then she wanted to know what to do. I suggested leave the cats to it. Meanwhile, Eli, my big bruiser Maine Coon Cat strolled by, sniffed, shrugged and walked into the bathroom and sat down by the food bin. He arched a brow as if to say, "I don't eat mouse. Put some food in my dish."

Daughter continued hollering. "Daddy! Daddy! Mouse! Come here!"

Husband arrives upstairs and shoos the cats out of the room.

Wait. What?

"Why are you doing that?" I ask.

"I don't want the cats to catch it. I'll set traps tonight."

Sheesh.

Praying the cats don't get hurt in the traps,I give up. He promises the room will be closed up so the cats can't get in.

The next morning, the mouse has had a fine breakfast of cheese and peanut butter and is resting comfortably somewhere in the house.

I think I heard it burp.

Daughter says it is 'sorta cute'. It must be a field  mouse, as she describes it as about an inch long. It probably came in with the stored Christmas decorations or came in while we had the door open toting said decorations into the house.

All this was a few days ago, and we havent' seen hide nor hair of the mouse.

But I feel certain we will.

Soon.

Do You Smell That? Part 2

Okay, so the charred rat was taken away to the woods, the air finally cleared and our house was beginning to get warm again.

I went out to the studio to blog and do some other work on my computer, when out of the corner of my eye I saw something scurrying close to the baseboards.

I'm sure you know what this was.

I sat really still, and in a few minutes, the mouse got braver and came out into the room, about two feet from me. When it started toward me, I said, "Okay, that's a little too brave." I started clapping my hands and the mouse spazzed.

Frantically trying to find a tiny uncovered place underneath the door that leads to the garage, it kept banging its head on the rug that was stuffed there. But finally, it found the place where it had come in and disappeared.

Mice: 2   Humans 0. (I know the first one fried, but talk about disrupting our lives!)

I gave Husband the good news. He asked, "Do I have to kill it?"

"Not if you don't mind all our wires being chewed in half. The choice is yours."

He sighed heavily and set traps.

No sign of a creature stirring today.

Not even a mouse.