One of the reasons that shane wanted a cat was because of our country size mouse problem. We were worried about poisoning them because of the dogs, yet the traps made our feeble city hearts shudder.
All of our pets have a job. Doodle puts the kids to bed, in that she sleeps upstairs with them, hopping from bed to bed, until they are all asleep. Then she comes down for some grown-up belly rubs and snuggles. Lucy eats every single crumb or spittle of drool that falls from our children's mouths. And marmalade? He must kill mice.
About a month ago we cheered and high fived as we walked out the door on the way to school/work and found a dead mouse at the door. But? Nothing since.
Then today i heard the shriek of a girly-man as shane opened a seldom used closet door and found the lifeless bodies of several mice that marmalade had obviously killed and lost in kitty style hardwood floor hockey to the recesses of the closet door.
Posted by Jess at 08:14 PM Permalink


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One of my cats keeps checking under our portable dishwasher lately. Now I really don't want to spring clean under there.
Posted by schmutzie | April 24, 2007 09:55 PM