Rent-A-Cat
When you live in a neighborhood that was established around 1720 something, you tend to also live in houses older then…say, 1960. Since we live in such a neighborhood, we live in old houses. We also live in an urban area. in the winter, we sometimes have a problem with Mice. I’m not saying that suburban dwellers don’t have this problem, they do. Urban areas can sometimes be a haven for unwelcome critters for a number of reasons.
Mister Fatman and I have lived in our old, urban dwelling for about 4 years now—going on five. In those years we have had four mice. Four. We also have three cats.
Two of those mice were cornered by Chu, a rather playful hunter who likes to corner her target, bat it around for a bit and play with it. The other two were proudly presented to myself and short round freshly killed by our tenacious hunter, Twiglet. Twigs–or twiggy as she is sometimes referred as has established herself as a killer in just one week. She presented us with two very freshly killed mice within two days. We applauded her efforts and dumped the carcases.
Our neighbors (and best buds) have been experiencing a mice problem lately. They’ve tried EVERYTHING—glue traps, humane traps, poison. Nothing is working for them. Lately, the mice have been getting so bold that they’re flipping our friends off before running away with their pint size dogs food. (their dog, while cute as hell, hasn’t been quite effective in the mouse catching area). As a solution of last resort, we are willing to lend Twiggy for a few days. Rent-A-Cat! Our neighbors are good people and Twigs loves to play with their dog, so I don’t expect her to be harmed at all. For some reason, this all strikes me as a bit funny.
I promise to post results of the Rent-A-Cat solution.
