12-23-2017, 01:20 PM
I thought about title-ling this thread 'rat in the flat' or ... well, I can't think of a rodent name that rhymes with bungalow. It's been a persistent problem with our demon cat Shiva (aka Dawn but I've renamed her). She's a great hunter and brings us mice, hummingbirds and other small birds. But she's not a killer so I'm often tasked to chase her gifts from the bungalow. I don my old black fencing gauntlets and wield my Balinesian dragon-headed cane which I leave by the door every since I had to chase a raccoon from the bungalow. It is an application of my kung fu and maybe someday I'll write a blog about it for KFM using notes from here, so I'm going to start recording this.
This is my DOOM tales of Seabright bungalow life. I live with a lot of vermin, it seems.
This morning I slept in after last night's reggae show - it was delicious as I don't sleep in often due to my wake-up-drive-hwy17 reflex - only to be wakened by Stacy who has already embarked on xmas dinner prep. Mouse in the kitchen. Or maybe it was a rat. It was big, but not quite rat sized, had a thinnish snout, but mousey ears. The chase went on for maybe 20 mins, mostly in the kitchen - I thought all was lost when it got behind the refrigerator and had to pull all the wine out of a shelf it ducked into - but I finally got it out by back door.
We've been hearing scratching in the ceiling and behind the heater - Shiva stares watchfully at it. This mouse nonchalantly made it for the cat dish while Stacy was cooking and Shiva was napping so maybe it wasn't brought in by the cat - maybe it lives in our walls and thinks we're roommates.
We've had several live rodents over the last year. When Tara leaves, Shiva tends to bring us something. It's the way her twisted cat brain works - replace the cub with a catch. Tara is home for the holidays but she slept over at a friends last night.
Two mice got away in the past. One ducked under the piano. Another under Tara's bed. We never found them. I have a live trap under my bed that's never been sprung.
There will likely be more to come here. Stay tuned...
This is my DOOM tales of Seabright bungalow life. I live with a lot of vermin, it seems.
This morning I slept in after last night's reggae show - it was delicious as I don't sleep in often due to my wake-up-drive-hwy17 reflex - only to be wakened by Stacy who has already embarked on xmas dinner prep. Mouse in the kitchen. Or maybe it was a rat. It was big, but not quite rat sized, had a thinnish snout, but mousey ears. The chase went on for maybe 20 mins, mostly in the kitchen - I thought all was lost when it got behind the refrigerator and had to pull all the wine out of a shelf it ducked into - but I finally got it out by back door.
We've been hearing scratching in the ceiling and behind the heater - Shiva stares watchfully at it. This mouse nonchalantly made it for the cat dish while Stacy was cooking and Shiva was napping so maybe it wasn't brought in by the cat - maybe it lives in our walls and thinks we're roommates.
We've had several live rodents over the last year. When Tara leaves, Shiva tends to bring us something. It's the way her twisted cat brain works - replace the cub with a catch. Tara is home for the holidays but she slept over at a friends last night.
Two mice got away in the past. One ducked under the piano. Another under Tara's bed. We never found them. I have a live trap under my bed that's never been sprung.
There will likely be more to come here. Stay tuned...
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