We once had a mouse in our first flat, we realised because when I pulled out my bag of flour it was empty…
The next night we could hear the little blighter scrabbling around behind the kitchen cupboards, we sorted it out pretty easily by blocking up the air vent and ensuring that all edible food was in mouse proof containers, we didn’t have any problems after that.
When we moved to the money pit we were convinced there would be mice, on occasions we have suspected that it is their scuttling sending bits careering down the chimney, but this time we were not afraid…we have cats!
one of our cats are hunters! I know this because the little one has a tendency for bringing in spiders, moths and daddy-long-legs in for us (he used to leave them at the top of the stairs and miaow until we came to admire…) They loved the new house, so many rooms and nooks to scratch and sniff…so many mouse holes! Paws were thrust down them, floorboards were pulled up and explored behind, we knew there had been mice as one of our first tasks before the kits arrived was to remove the numerous traps lying around (we don’t want paws to get caught in them), but we saw no sign of mice.
For a while…
Then one day I looked at my two cats sat in the hall, nose to nose, looking at a leaf….
…looking at me…
…looking back at the leaf…
…looking imploringly at me….
….back to leaf…
…I came closer.
It was not a leaf.
It was a mouse.
A tiny little triangular thing.
I hadn’t seen them touch it, to be fair they were both effectively asking me in cat to take the scary thing away.
I went back to the kitchen to try and find something to pick it up with, I was newly pregnant so didn’t fancy using my fingers.
The mouse didn’t move.
A journey down the road to the high street in my dustpan and brush still didn’t disturb it and I released it into the wild.
That was two years ago, and this weekend I found my cats playing with a teeny tiny mouse in the garden. They were much braver this time, little mouse moved so slowly and they would occasionally paw at it trying to tempt him into moving.
Part of me thinks I should have left them to it, it’s good for them to play and catch fresh food. But I couldn’t do it, I have a fondness for small furry things and yet again trusty dustpan and brush came out and mouse went far away. The cats were fairly miffed, but wet food helped them get over it!