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[fan_eunice]

...this was my morning. I spent the night at the main house last night because I was watching the kids to late. This morning I get back to the trailer and open the door to find my cat Spike bouncing out of his fur waiting on the step in a scene that looked something like this.

Spike: Mom, MOM, MOOOOM!!!
Me: I have not had my coffee yet, what?
Mouse: Runs by full speed chased by Abby
Spike: THAT
Me: Well, crap.
Abby: I am the mighty hunter!
Mouse: Well, crap.
Spike: I wanna try, ME, ME, ME
Abby: Loser...you'll never get it, step aside...
Spike: *POUNCE*
Mouse: Oh SHIIIIII...wait, you don't have any claws, I'll just be escaping now
Spike: I want the toy back! WHERE DID THE TOY GO!
Abby: Leave this to me, I feel like mouse for breakfast.
Mouse: *attempts to dive under couch*
Abby: GOTCHA, look who is the real barn cat NOW, bitches.
Mouse: Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...wait, you don't have claws either? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Abby: Shut up Soon To Be My Breakfast (as I have named you), I am not like my loser brother...wait? Where are my claws? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Mouse: Dives to safety under a corner.
Abby: *sulks in a crouch nearby, convinced she will someday be victorious*
Mouse: *laughs at her*
Me: Dammit.

At this point I go back up to the main house for assistance and am told Spot, one of the dogs, is an excellent mouser. I go put the cats in the big bathroom so she can be brought out to do her thing. It goes like this.

Spot: HIHIHIIIIIIIIII person, whatcha need, I am here to serve you!
Me: Well, there is a mouse problem.
Spot: OMG THERE ARE CATS IN THAT BATHROOM, LEMME AT EM, I WILL TAKE CARE OF YOUR PESKY CAT PROBLEM.
Me: No, mouse.
Spot: But I want the cats.
Me: M.O.U.S.E.
Spot: Fine, I will go in the RV and look for the mou...HEY, IT SMELLS LIKE CAT IN HERE TOO!
Me: *facepalm*
Spot: And the kitties were here and here and here and also here, and can I have the cats now? Mice are boring.
Mouse: So all I gotta do is hide *really* well until the dog goes away? I can do that.


The situation now stands at...there is a mouse somewhere in my RV. Spike and Abby have 24 hours to catch it themselves before they have a long term stay in the big bathroom and a conventional mousetrap is employed. At this very moment Abby is training for her next big chance...by attacking a twist tie. And returning to the last known whereabouts a lot glowering. Spike has forgotten the mouse exists. I don't like their chances.

Comments

[skipthedemon]

At least they aren't staring the mouse, confused. One of my cat's growing up with like that. I don't even think it was just laziness. Just confused.

[fan_eunice]

Well, Spike was confused once he caught it. I think the mouse would've got away even if he had claws since he wasn't quite sure what to do with it, and was actually more excited when it got away that there was more playtime.

Abby, on the other hand. Still sulking and looking very betrayed. I think she actually didn't know she didn't have claws until just that moment for real. And now she is horrified.

[nonelvis]

Every time I try to come up with a useful comment, I just start laughing again.

[fan_eunice]

ME TOO. It is a good thing I am not scared of/upset by mice, 'cause mostly the whole situation is cracking my ass up. :D

[fairestcat]

When I was living in Madison, lovelokest's declawed cat Eva was totally the household mouser. She'd catch them and either play kitty soccer with them until they died of shock or pass them over to my Dreadful kitty to dispatch.

Dreadful, despite being huge and still having his claws, has never vanquished anything larger than a very unfortunate cicada.

[fan_eunice]

Sadly, Abby does not have anyone with claws to pass the mouse along to (well, Spot could kill it, but Spot is more interested in eating Abby...circle of life?)

Perhaps she will nail down the kitty soccer technique.

[jadesfire]

I really have to stop giggling at this because my colleagues are now sure I am the CRAZY WOMAN OF THE LIBRARY.

My favourite moment is

Me: M.O.U.S.E.

because I have a wonderful vision of you standing there, spelling things out to the dog.

Okay. Really not helping with the giggling. Going away now...

*sporfle*

[fan_eunice]

HEE! I seriously could not stop laughing...the dog is TOTALLY CONVINCED my real problem is the cats.

[deathisyourart]

No kill mouse trap, PLEASE??? *pouts at you*

[fan_eunice]

Awwwww. If catch and release is an option, it will happen. But this be a barn and a very small RV all up in nature and whatnot. Whatever method gets the mouse out, dead or alive, is where this is going 'cause I can't let it hang about.


*HUGS*

[jonquil]

If you put the mouse outside, it is coming back. Mice are like that.

[fan_eunice]

That was sort of my suspicion (that it would come back).

[jonquil]

There is, as far as I know, no no-kill way to deal with mice. If you move them out of their home zone, they're likely to die fairly quickly, not knowing the local hazards and habitats. If you leave them in their home zone, they come back.

[cereta]

I could loan you my cats. This last winter, we had TWELVE confirmed kills, and one compassionate rescue.

[fan_eunice]

Ooooh, impressive. I think Abby would've nailed it for real if she still had her claws. She had the little sucker, and is still bitter that her attempts to keep it pinned were thwarted.

[jonquil]

Oh, God, I love you for this.

[jonquil]

I linked; is that okay?

[fan_eunice]

*hugs*, totally

[ellen_fremedon]

The cat we had when I was little was declawed, and she not only caught mice, but killed and dissected them. No, really-- sometimes we'd just find that one giblet they don't eat on the floor, but sometimes we'd find a whole flayed carcass, or once in a while a complete organ system, still connected, all laid out like a little anatomist's chart. It was very impressive.

[fan_eunice]

I think, given time, Abby could figure it out. She is quite determined. But they have been pampered indoor kitties in apartments for their entire lives with absolutely no experience mousing...so I think she was going purely on instinct and was pissed about the claw thing which she wasn't adapting for.

Spike...well, bless. At least he's cute?

[jonquil]

That wasn't a cat, it was a Mad Scientist.

I can say definitively that the only thing worse than stepping on a dead mouse on the floor is stepping on half a --

no, wait. I lie. The worst is stepping, barefoot, on a slug. They used to crawl under the crack in our kitchen door.

Stepping barefoot on dead garter snakes wasn't good.

[mresundance]

I used to live with a woman who had cats. They would bring the mice in - still alive - and hunt them in the house. And then dissect them in the house.

I still remember stepping on mouse guts in the bathroom one morning. D:

[mresundance]

LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL.

I should send my brother over with his pellet gun. If we have mice, that's how he's taken care of them. O_o

[gramina]

The friends I lived with when I was in Denver had a declawed cat who was the terror of the neighborhood. He killed birds by, as far as I can tell, just *whapping* them a good one with his paw. This cat was designed to be a Mighty Hunter -- all muscle and speed -- and not having claws didn't even slow him down.

... If he liked you, he'd leave a dead bird on your bed. If he *didn't* like you, he'd leave one he'd just stunned.

[prof_pangaea]

this is the best post ever.

[the_shoshanna]

Bat: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

[renenet]

BWAH!

[medley]

Bwahaha. I'm eagerly awaiting further developments. Have you seen this? http://heresluck.dreamwidth.org/310847.html (The bat in that story was having a much more stressful day than your mouse, though!)

[settiai]

*dies laughing*

[heresluck]

Oh man -- if only I could loan you Toby! :D

[joyo]

<3 xInfinity this.

Mousers are a double-edged sword.

They will take care of your mice. And your small birds :(

"Take care" is sometimes "take to pieces, leave half in your bed"

Sometimes it is "MOMMY DADDY LOOK LOOK WHAT I DID HERE YOU CAN HAVE IT IT'S STILL SQUAWKING, OH YOU HAVE FRIENDS OVER YOU CAN SHARE IT WITH THEM I LOVE YOUUU!!!!!!!!*"



*Note: In this incident, the sparrow was rather shocked but physically unharmed. My friend got the bird away from her cat and quietly shuffled it out the door. Her cat looked utterly flummoxed, and slightly betrayed

[phoenix64]

HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Ahaha, that was such a great way to start my morning!