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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

[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.