I have two cats, Hugo and Toby. I have also been the hostess to a mouse for the last couple of months.
Yes, that is right with two, not one, but two cats.
To be fair Hugo is 15 years old which in human years makes 105. Since my mother, at the age of 75, won’t chase and catch the mouse I can’t really expect him to. I mean he does have 30 years on her. This leaves Toby.
Ah Toby. Toby is my little fuzzy butt who is full of energy and fun. Giving him the credit he is due, he has caught the mouse twice. He has also lost the thing twice after playing with it.
In the quest to evict the little bugger I have had the humane live traps. Unfortunately, I forgot to tell my sister Ali what they were when she was visiting and when she came down one morning she picked up one of the traps; hit the red lever and the mouse jumped out at her. After that the mouse wouldn’t go near them. I then moved to less human, but also self-contained traps. Nope, the mouse wasn’t having it. So, sad to say, I have resorted to buying the old fashion killer ones in which you see it all.
On Wednesday I came home to the news that my mother had caught the mouse in the kitchen sink drain. She put a plate over the drain after the mouse ran in to it because Toby was playing with it again. Mom looks at me at tells me to “catch” it. The funny thing is I did. I put on gloves, got a big plastic container and when the mouse came out of the drain to look around I grabbed it by its tail. Then I put it in the container, popped the lid on, and did the total girly dance and shudder routine. I did take the little guy out later, at Ali’s urging and let him go free in to the wild. My hope is that he doesn’t come back but visits a neighbor.