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...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.
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.