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Kismet: The Mighty Hunter
Mar. 7th, 2010 04:43 pmI think I'm coming down with a cold. I have drunk ( drank? ) roughly a gallon of tea, have my Chelsea scarf on, and have had a heating pad called Wisota on my chest on and off this afternoon. And I am on the first day of my period. Which is all very well, and boring, so I shall switch my narrative to last night.
Kismet proved that he was A Mighty Hunter, and caught his second mouse. He was playing with it like it was his laser pointer mousie. I think Kismet and Wisota had chased it upstairs much earlier in the day, has they tore out of the basement and were very Interested in the hassock. I pulled it over to make sure that there wasn't something under it. I guess the mouse climbed up?
But there was no Circle of Life shenanigans. I pulled off Kismet, and the mouse fled into the hall closet while I was getting out the tupperwere container. I cleared out some of the shoes, and almost caught it but it scurried somewhere else. So I emptied the entire closet, treed the mouse up onto the baseboard in the corner, and caught the blasted thing and brought it outside and released it.
We've had a live-trap in the basement for almost two weeks, but I guess the mouse did not care for peanut butter. The trap is staying down there just in case the mice ( as Mr. Mighty Hunter had cornered another a few weeks ago ) had friends. But we only found two mice nests in the carpet pile, so we live in hope.
Kismet was a little put out for a bit, because I stole his toy, but he's forgiven me and he's stretched out snoring next to me on the couch.
Kismet proved that he was A Mighty Hunter, and caught his second mouse. He was playing with it like it was his laser pointer mousie. I think Kismet and Wisota had chased it upstairs much earlier in the day, has they tore out of the basement and were very Interested in the hassock. I pulled it over to make sure that there wasn't something under it. I guess the mouse climbed up?
But there was no Circle of Life shenanigans. I pulled off Kismet, and the mouse fled into the hall closet while I was getting out the tupperwere container. I cleared out some of the shoes, and almost caught it but it scurried somewhere else. So I emptied the entire closet, treed the mouse up onto the baseboard in the corner, and caught the blasted thing and brought it outside and released it.
We've had a live-trap in the basement for almost two weeks, but I guess the mouse did not care for peanut butter. The trap is staying down there just in case the mice ( as Mr. Mighty Hunter had cornered another a few weeks ago ) had friends. But we only found two mice nests in the carpet pile, so we live in hope.
Kismet was a little put out for a bit, because I stole his toy, but he's forgiven me and he's stretched out snoring next to me on the couch.
