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Cat Toys: Where Art Thou?


Or, how to catch a mouse after midnight.

Some of you may remember several months back when we were having our kitchen remodeled and had to move the refrigerator to have the new floor tiles put in, and we found the entire area under the fridge carpeted (“carpet: the word that lies like a rug – it is neither a car, nor a pet” ūüėÄ ) with¬†drinking straws¬†and milk¬†bottle top rings, which in our house¬†are¬†two¬†favorite toys of our cats. Apparently¬†all involved found it really really funny. Alas, I was not home, or I would have snapped a photo of it to share.

Advance to last night around 12:30.¬†I see¬†Chloe jump from behind my TV¬†downstairs and go tearing up the basement steps, with a live mouse in her mouth.¬†¬†Argh. Gotta love those late night mouse rodeos. By the time I get upstairs to the living room, she’s already let it go and it has run immediately behind our piano. Swell. The good(?) news, it runs immediately out the other side and Shelley gets him this time. While¬†the cats are¬†batting it around in the living room, I close the doors leading to all the other rooms so at least we can minimize where they can take it.

And by the time I get back to the living room, Shelley has let it get away and it’s run under the couch. We debate whether to let him come out on his own and take his chances, or whether between the two of us we can tip the couch over and force the issue a bit. We opt to tip the couch. Whereas Ozzy runs in this time, grabs the mouse in his mouth and runs with it into the dining room.

I grab our mouse catching clear tupperware box and cardboard, follow him in, and after circling the dining room table a couple of times, Ozzy finally decides to drop the mouse, who just lies there on his back, I figure he’s either a goner, or he’s playing some serious possum. Possum it was. As soon as I put the box over him, he flips back over – so fast I never even saw him do it, he was like a Weeping Angel, I blinked and he moved ūüėÄ – and starts running around frantically under the box. I get the cardboard under him and we turn him loose outside, where¬†the last we see of him he’s¬†scurrying off across the driveway into our neighbor’s yard. Sorry, Bill.¬†ūüėÄ

Anyway, what does this have to with the cat toys under the refrigerator a few months back? THIS is what¬†one finds underneath the couch when you’ve got 4 cats and the couch hasn’t been moved in YEARS (and no, we didn’t actually find¬†a cat under there, lol. But we did find a roll of Smarties. Wonder how long THOSE have been there!)¬†:

Fort Knox of Cat Toys

"As God as my witness, I'll never buy cat toys again!" :D


Amazing what finds its way under the couch when you’ve got cats. LOL. Be sure to click the pic for the full sized version, that was how I spotted the Smarties, which I didn’t even see last night. ūüėÄ

Another Late Night Mouse-capade!

Actually was in bed before midnight (beat it by all of about 15 minutes, but DID beat it) last night, but then couldn’t sleep. Tossed and turned for a while, then finally dozed off enough to start dreaming. Dreamed that Shelley the cat was at the top of the basement stairs, growling at Ozzy, her 15 pound big brother, and figured that he’d been picking on her again, which he likes to do a lot, just because he can.

Eventually woke up enough to realize that I was awake again, and could still hear Shelley growling. From under my bed someplace. *groan* The last time she did that, she’d caught a mouse. I rolled over and looked at the clock. *double groan* Only about 1:30. After all that tossing and turning I probably had JUST gotten to sleep.

So I turn on the light, and – not knowing exactly WHERE Shelley is at that point – LOOK down before putting my feet down on the floor. Good thing, too, since there were 3 cats lined up down there. Ozzy and Chloe were sitting there staring at Shelley, who looked up at me as I looked down at her. But not TOO closely, since sticking out of her mouth, no big surprise, was the mouse. Well, the hind end of a mouse, all I could see were his back feet and tail. Gotta wonder what’s going through these mousies’ minds when a cat picks them up head first like that and they’re staring down the throat of impending doom. Still amazes me that they CAN pick them up like that and be so gentle with them that it’s not just instant death for the mouse. Guess they figure the mice are more fun to play with when they still move.

Long story short, I chased the other cats out of the room, and tried to get Shelley to drop the mouse someplace where I could trap it and put it outside. No such luck. She DID play a little “catch and release, recatch, rerelease” with it several times, but nowhere where I could get to it. And eventually she lost the thing and it ran away someplace.

I opened the door, let all the cats go where they wanted to, figured if he was still around at this point, they’d have the best chance of recatching him again. And turned out the light and went back to bed.

Eventually went back to sleep, but 6:30 came AWFULLY fast this morning. *yawn* Anyone got a caffeine IV?

I think it’s going to be a LOOOONG day.