So, I put on the light, got up to find the wet pile of used kibble. And couldn't find it. Careful where I put my feet, I went for cleaning supplies, and turned on more lights. The hork-up was much drier and contained than I expected, next to part of a toy.
No, not part of a toy. Part of a mouse. The back half.
Well.
We figured that if she got hold of a mouse, she would know how to kill it, based on how she attacked toys. Apparently, we were correct. Maybe she brought it to the bedroom rug for me, "here's half a mouse, want some?" I have no way of knowing, but I suspect Moby helped, a sort of tag team approach.
We'll get traps for the basement, and rely on our mousing team up here.
Nothing to be done about the loud cars/trucks/motorcycles outside. Although I'm going to imagine huge mousetraps ready to snap down on them.
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May I borrow Eleanor?
Now the weather is cold, the mice have moved indoors, and just last night one scampered across the floor right in front of me.
Cheeky buggers.
Noisy neighbors (currently someone's barking dog) are one of the challenges of my life.
Fresca,
I think this is going to be a theme of this house, every autumn. We'll put down snap traps later along the basement wall, where the cats don't go.
Nice start to breakfast!
Tom,
You're welcome.
;D
gz,
ha.
I've seen one mouse in the back of my back yard and one mouse that somehow got into a box in my garage that it couldn't get out of. Oddly, I haven't seen any others and I figured that normally where there is one, there are many.
Good for you that one of your cats is a mouser. My cat isn't.
I've had that cartoon on my wall for years :) Makes me grin every time.
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