So some of you might be wondering how I am adjusting to living with a cat (and a Sir Grizzly Bear)....well, everything was going fine....until yesterday....
I was sitting in my office (aka the couch) working on something or the other, when I notice Tiger has come in and she has one of her mouse toys...until that is I realize the mouse toy is moving.....it is not a mouse toy...it is in fact a baby mouse...luckily Sir GB was home, and I requested politely that the mouse be removed (i.e. "Get that out of here"). He promptly did his duty, after which he explained to me that Tiger does this about once a year...so I figure I am good to go for awhile.....when about 10 minutes later, who saunters in with another mouse....Tiger Cat....what an evil little thing she was. But apparently we have two years of mice out of the way. Sir GB promptly removed it as well..... Needless to say Tiger Cat was given a time out......she had to stay in Sir GB's office for a couple of hours until she could behave....who knew having a cat was kind of like my visions of having an evil toddler.....
But here are some pictures of the cat, and one of Sir GB
1 comment:
Hahahahaha. Were they fat and yellow or skinny and brown? Perhaps the new place has a higher population of mice outside -- in that case the frequency may increase from 1-2 catches per year??? Home Depot sells some old school traps that amuse me!
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