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Jan. 31st, 2010 12:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
twincityhackerThe other day, Kizmet and Wisota managed to smoke out and trap a mouse. It was late at night, and I was watching television, and I heard a high-pitch squeaking sound. At first I thought it was bats, but I looked over the half-wall that divides the staircase to the celler from the living room, and noticed that Kizmet had something pinned against the wall.
And as that thing was not a florecent color mousie, I decided to invetigate. It turned out to be an actual mouse! So I dragged Kizmet, then Wisota, into my parents bedroom. The mouse had scurried behind plastic box, so I scooped it up with a tupperware container and set it outside.
The cats are indeed mousers. They just don't know what to do with the mouse after they catch it. = ) If I had ignored the squeaks, though, I think they would have played with it to death. Much like how Kizmet plays the crickets he catches into many different pieces.
And as that thing was not a florecent color mousie, I decided to invetigate. It turned out to be an actual mouse! So I dragged Kizmet, then Wisota, into my parents bedroom. The mouse had scurried behind plastic box, so I scooped it up with a tupperware container and set it outside.
The cats are indeed mousers. They just don't know what to do with the mouse after they catch it. = ) If I had ignored the squeaks, though, I think they would have played with it to death. Much like how Kizmet plays the crickets he catches into many different pieces.
