Happy Endings
Cow feels modestly proud of her abilities and technique and must share her success (humble moo!)The cat which sleeps in the garage at night (he refuses to stay in the house, and don't worry, it's warm and there are comfy blankets there for him to sleep on) started meowing loudly last night around midnight.
Rubbing stray Topiary from her eyes, Cow went to let him in. In he comes, along with a running small dark shape. Yep, a mouse.
Immediately, the two inside cats joined with the garage cat to chase this most fun plaything.
Cow grabbed all the cats and tossed them outside the bedroom, shutting the door firmly on their disappointed faces. Getting the broom and a large cardboard box, which she put on the floor, open side facing toward the area the mouse was last seen in, she started cautiously sweeping toward the box. After a couple false starts (mouse hiding behind chair) it worked like a charm.
Mouse ran into box, Cow grabbed box, placed upright with mouse in the bottom, carried him out and gently put box sideways on ground so mouse could easily run out.
Cow accomplished this capture-and-release in less than 5 minutes. Rather proud of herself this morning.
Moo!
posted by The Topiary Cow at
8:23 AM
9 Comments:
Cow is a mouse whisperer, apparently.
Or a witch (see "Practical Magic") with the broom that gets a creature to go where you want it to. A creature, I might add, that is notorious for NOT going where you want it to...
The food chain in action!
And I thought some of my stories were unlikely! (-:
Very good indeed. Did it try to jump out? Mouses can jump, but not more than 10 inches.
Cow didn't stick around to see if Mousie jumped from the box.
However, the next morning the box was empty, so she assumes all ended well.
Moo!
My son wanted to leave food out for the resident mouse we had in the kitchen..... I said not to worry as the floor was grubby enough to feed a family of mice. In the end the mouse moved out to a cleaner home.
I would have had a cow.
No offense.
Linda: Ha! Or, maybe your house just wasn't zoned for that type of mouse, and he was forced to moove out by City Inspectors.
Supermom: Hee! Supermom's wit is in fine form for a Monday morning!
Moo!
Not just a pretty bush!
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