*sigh*

[winterbadger]

Watched a House rerun last night that just reminded me of A (I always did think she looked a lot like Sela Ward). Lovemaking, friends telling you you're wrong for each other, bitter recriminations. Yay.

Went to bed, really tired, rolled sideways and realised that a cat had left a big pile of poop in my bed. Dry, thank goodness, but not what you want to find. Up, change the sheets...

Checked the basement this morning. One, two, three, four traps empty. Number 5? Oh, dead mousie. Rather large dead mousie. Sorry, guy; that's what happens when you break and enter. Must get a few more traps...

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[winterbadger]

I get a mouse in my bed as apresent sometimes, but it's always been one of their toy ones so far. :-)

Nicco (in the icon) is a WIZARD mouser. He is incredibly fast and skillful; one got loose in my apartment once (it crawled through the wall and out a cable outlet where the plate wasn't fastened down) and he nailed it in no time. I took it away from him to dispose of it, it wriggled and got away from me, and he was on it again in less than five seconds. He looked *really* distrustful when I took it away the second time.

We don't let them kill the mice themselves only because when they had the opportunity they sort of half-killed the mice and either played with them until they "broke" or sort of mortally wounded them and then left hem to die quietly. Spring-based mousetraps actually seem kinder in comparison...