I have absolutely nothing for Wordless Wednesday. Well, I do but the pics aren't uploaded anywhere I can get to them right now. So I give you the tale of Squeak! instead.
As you know, I have severe sleep apnea. Bottom line is I wake up about every hour on the hour or more. Last night was no different (no I don't have my strap on yet!). It was a beautiful evening, so the kitties were all outside. And they did not want to come in.
Scott was on the couch, recovering, and watching the DVR of his baseball game when I went to bed about 9. I told him the kitties were out and wouldn't come in, he'd have to get them later.
I was up about 10:30, I tried to get them in. One came in. Ok. 3 to go. I went back to bed. I was a little worried because baby Karma was still out. I told Scott to make sure he got her in.
I woke up about midnight, and decided I had to pee. As I cross the hall, Scott says "I got all the cats in." I said "even baby?" he said "Yes."
Ok, I go sit on the throne to do my thing, baby comes into the bathroom (she always does). All the sudden I hear this loud non stop Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! I look over and there is something dark in the corner (I don't turn the light on) and it wasn't Cleetus! It was a REAL MOUSE! Squeakin his little heart out tearing around the bathroom, being chased by Karma.
Of course I scream, "Holy shit! It's a mouse!" and put my feet up on the edge of the tub. Now, in all honesty, I have to tell you, I don't wear PJ's to sleep. So I'm butt ass naked on the toilet, with my feet on the tub. Scott comes tearing in the bathroom, turns on the light and closes the door.
He then proceeds to grab paper towels and chase this little tiny mouse around the bathroom, and toilet, while also trying to keep Karma from getting it. While I sit there with my bare ass and feet on the edge of the tub.
Eventually, Squeak! (that's his name), ran behind the toilet and was back there Squeak! Squeak! Squeakin his little heart out! Scott looks at me, and says "Think you could get off the toilet?" I said "sure." So I get up and go stand by the door.
He chases little Squeak! around a few more times, finally catches him with his bare hands, and runs outside and drops him in the garden.
After my fit of laughter is over. I go back to bed.
Karma spent the next 10 minutes or so digging behind the toilet looking for her midnight snack.
And honestly, I'm still laughing.
Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!
I have a feeling we'll be seeing him again.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
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I'd have let Karma eat it.
The early bird catches the worm. Not sure it's applicable for other species,
I have a feeling you'll be seeing Squeek again too - just possibly not alive and left as a gift on your doorstep!
That's part of the reason I don't let the cats out alone or anywhere outside of our yard. I don't want a mauled squeak being dropped at my feet as a morning gift.
Our Rottie and our very petite cat, Sasha, chased a mouse under our dresser, we took out the drawers to try and get to it, but the girls shoved us out of the way and crammed themselves into the space of the 3 drawers. The mouse went under and out the back and the girls kept on chasing. We couldn't get into the fray, the girls wouldn't let us. Gracie finally caught the poor thing, we saved it from her tender loving care and put it out back. That was the last time I was nice to one of those buggers. They thank you by inviting their whole extended family back. Good luck!
but mouse hunting is what cats are FOR
Yep. I'd have let Karma get it!
That poor mouse! Talk about a rodent heart attack. :) Thanks for the awesome story, hon!
Gotta say. Were it me, Karma would have had her snack.
But it's all good, I am sure Squeak will be a 'respectful' guest...
LOL!
I'm butt ass naked too...
not just sleeping, right NOW too!
You break me up!!!!
Aloha-
Comfort Spiral
OH MY GAWD that is too funny .. and Karma is just like Rose .. she catches/kills a flying or creeping bug and she goes back to the scene of the murder over and over .. you never know, they might still be there...or come back
ROFLMAO...that was EXACTLY what I needed to read just now. I can so picture the entire scenario...do you think one of the kitties brought the mouse in with them or it got in by itself somehow??
I KNOW Samson and Delila would go apeshit over a little mouse like that!
Jeez, I hope you got a bit more sleep after all that excitement!
And, this is wierd...for some reason, when I try to link to you from my blogroll, it can't find you... did you change your URL??
Good for all sentient beings involved. : ) My last cat & mouse encounter was similar, except no terlets were involved. I'm happy to report that I, too, was able to gather up the terrified little squeaker before my cats traumatized the little guy to death. : )
I found my URL error...now I can click right on you again..woohoo!
What a funny mental scene you've painted. I'm glad you were able to catch and release. Your story reminded me of one of my own.
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