The One About the Mouse (Or a Tale of Kitchen Security)

Welcome to my world where mice roam freely and mock openly. Seriously.

Mouse courtesy of Google

Meet my furry friend Twitchy.  A wee bit skittish, but super friendly.  He decided to make an appearance a few nights ago. I was checking the fire in the wood stove when I noticed him over by the wood pile.  He was aiming to climb the chimney, but my instincts took over as I attempted to catch the little critter--with a dish towel no less!  Suffice to say I was not very successful in my quest as the little guy scurried back into the safety of  the wood pile.

MIA Cat

By now you're probably wondering what happened to my cat.  Rest assured I was wondering the same thing too.  As everyone lay asleep in their beds (did I mention it was 2am), I softly called for "killer".  At the same time I kept one eye on the wood pile in case Twitchy decided to make another run for the chimney (who knew mice could easily climb brick).


In a moment of brilliance, I rushed off for the cat's food dish.  Once back at the wood stove, I gave the bowl a good shake and then placed it by the wood.  Sure enough Patches made her appearance.  Alas, she showed no interest in the wood pile and the mouse was staying hidden.  Of course whenever the cat strolled out,  Twitchy would poke out his cute furry nose.  That was it!  I donned the fire gloves and attempted to catch the furry guy with my own hands.


By now an hour had passed (time flies when you're having fun).  And I was none too pleased with the mouse or the cat.  And then it happened: Twitchy poked out his head when Patches caught sight of it. Off she ran as quick as lightning.  The mouse didn't have a chance. Patches caught her in less than five minutes (and she doesn't eat it; instead she likes to play with her food.  

Swirling Toilet

I wasn't taking any chances.  I scooped the critter out of Patches' mouth (my cat growls like a dog when she's got a critter in her mouth--go figure).  Twitchy must have been playing dead 'cuz he was motionless until I threw him into the toilet (I know it sounds cruel, but I grew squeamish at the thought of breaking his little neck with my hands).  As I watched the water swirl, the water level rose--damn, the toilet was clogged!  Let me tell you that it is hard to plunge a toilet with a wee mouse scrambling to swim out (and he almost made it out too!).  Thankfully the water finally swished away, taking the mouse with it.

Mouse on a Toilet

'Nuff said.