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My cats have been bringing in one or two mice a night recently, some dead (they go in the bin), some alive (they get rescued and returned to the woodpile).

 

Well, now there's a dead mouse somewhere without a tail!

 

I was woken up last night by Biscuit flumping around downstairs and talking to a mouse. Went down, grabbed the mouse (this one had its tail) and dumped it out in the bin. This morning I came down and was looking at the floor in the dining room, trying to work out what the long 'thing' on the floor was, then it dawned on me.. it was a mouse's tail, dried out and stuck to the floorboards :roll: . No sign of its owner mind! I haven't seen the cats watching any area in particular, so my guess is that they've taken the rest of the mouse back outside. Time will tell, and so will that 'dead mouse smell'

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Will it be OK for me to keep my shoes on tomorrow? :lol: :lol:

 

:lol: if you like.. so long as they are clean. i don't mind outdoor shoes inside so long as they are clean - the floorboards are the original Victorian ones, so are easily moppable

 

I shall do a body sweep before the course :wink:

 

I'll have to do a stealth&safety warning about the shower cubicle stacked on the landing though :roll::lol:

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At least I won't ever have a mouse infestation in the house :roll:

 

That's it - there's always a bright side :lol:

 

In theory, yes, in practice, no...my cats lose their mouse friends in the house and the mice then take up residence under the fridge, where its nice and warm and there is water (in the automatic defrosting device at the back of the fridge) and they can nip out and steal cat food from the cats' bowls :roll:

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Whenever we find random tails, heads or entrails, it's safe to assume that the rest of the mouse is tucked away safely in Tiggers tum. The smell of his wind the next day will normally confirm this... :vom:

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Whenever we find random tails, heads or entrails, it's safe to assume that the rest of the mouse is tucked away safely in Tiggers tum. The smell of his wind the next day will normally confirm this... :vom:

 

I was just about to sink my teeth into a scone.

 

Somehow I don't fancy it now.

 

It was the last sentence that did it. I'm not bothered about gore.

 

:lol:

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Marmite occasionally helps herself to grated Parmesan if we're daft enough to leave any on the bench, and we always know next day - she's really bleurggghhhhhh.

 

Note to self.....don't accept an invitation from Daph and Marge's owner if they are having an Italian night.

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:lol::lol::lol::lol::lol:

 

 

Oh I don't know, our Italian evenings are quite good.

 

OH invited all the people he works with to come round for a meal shortly after we moved in last year. Three out of six people are Italians so he cooked - pasta. Not shy of a challenge, my bloke! They all said it was delicious so it must've been ok.

 

Marmite only gets to the Parmesan if we over-indulge on the Chianti and fall asleep before we put the cheese away.... otherwise she is kept well away (the results are too awful to risk it).

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She's never complained..... but we do if she sits on our lap the next day.

 

 

Nightmare headaches are more usually associated with the Chianti in this house.... actually I am a total lightweight compared to my student days; I was at a 40th birthday party last week and was definitely the most sober person there (apart from the hostess who was 39 weeks pregnant!).

 

No, just the odd glass of wine and the occasional snifter of Irish Whiskey these days....

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The fridge! Of course ... the current mouse-in-residence has eaten two pairs of rubber gloves, well it just eats the tips of the fingers but it might as well eat the whole glove as they are useless after that. I assumed it was living under the sink but the fridge is much more likely. Hasn't touched the trap, but then why would it with a whole buffet of cat-food to choose from. I've given up.

 

Wellesly doesn't eat them, just brings them in, dead or alive. I know there's one lurking somewhere because he keeps calling its name loudly (MAAAOOUSE, MWAAOOUUUSE) .. but it doesn't answer. :wink:

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