Proud Mother

[Svenskaflicka]

I spent last night at my parents' place, together with my little cat. This morning, I woke up by tiny claws running over my face, over my eye. I KNEW that it wasn't Mia (the cat). I sat up, and saw Mia running in under the bed. Quickly, I bend down and looked under the bed - and saw Mia chase a mouse over the floor!

She chased it into a corner, the mouse hid behind a mirror standing against the wall, I got up and lifted the mirror up, and Mia attacked again. I got my pants on, and left the room, to go downstairs and have some breakfast. I told my parents about the ongoing chase, and dad joined the cat, armed with a hammer.

One hour later, the mouse was dead. Mia got a bowl of cream, and "mummy" is so, so PROUD of her little kitty-baby!

 

[MathGirl]

Dear Svenska,
Sorry, Swede. Can't condone feline muricide.
LOL
MG

 

[Guest]

Flicka, you crack me up. I am grinning and trying not laugh out loud here. I don't care for rodents but I am so sorry you mentioned the hammer.

Perdita

 

[Quasimodem]

Flicka,

Two things I must know:

Is your father's name, "Maxwell?"

Of what material was the hammer composed?

 

[gauchecritic]

The main reason I hate cats.

Gauche

 

[OldnotDead]

Nothing beats a well trained 'mouser' for solving the 'infiltration' of late fall and early winter. Congrats, Flicka, on your 'baby' growing up.

 

[pop_54]

Hmmmmm

We have a Ginger Tom cat who loves to play with little toys he brings in from the garden, mainly mice. He has no interest in eating them most times and when bored with his silly game of toss and bat the mouse across the hall, he wanders off for a sleep leaving said slightly bruised but not seriously harmed mini rodent to wander off and make a home somewhere in the house.

I have a wife and 12 y old daughter who will see no harm done to small fluffy critters and as a consequence we have half a dozen bloody mice living in various nooks and cracks around the house until Joe soap here manages to carefullly catch them, surpervised by said daughter, and eject them back into the garden.

The idea of me splattering a sweet innocent just minding it's own business mouse until the bloody cat dragged it in, with a hammer, would ensure instant excommunication from the female population of the household.

pop.............

 

[whispering_surrender]

Re: Hmmmmm

The idea of me splattering a sweet innocent just minding it's own business mouse until the bloody cat dragged it in, with a hammer, would ensure instant excommunication from the female population of the household.

pop.............

However, if you wanted to put said hammer to use, you're more than welcome in my house. I have no problem with masculine hammer usage. *grin* On mice...of course....

Whisper

 

[Svenskaflicka]

Flicka,

Two things I must know:

Is your father's name, "Maxwell?"

Of what material was the hammer composed?

What have I missed?

 

[pop_54]

Re: Re: Hmmmmm

However, if you wanted to put said hammer to use, you're more than welcome in my house. I have no problem with masculine hammer usage. *grin* On mice...of course....

Whisper

Packing the tool bag as we speak dear, be over later I do love assisting a nice pussy to gain a sense of fulfilment

 

[Svenskaflicka]

I remember when I was babysitting my cousins when I was 19, when their mother was away on holiday (long story, better told another time), and included in the babysitting job was to look after the cat and her 4 babies.

Now, the cat didn't trust me to feed her young ones, or perhaps she didn't believe that cat food in a can was good food for kittens, so she decided to bring home some pure, old-fashioned home-cooking for her babies. I was very surprised when I suddenly found 5 kittens instead of just 4 - until I realized that the biggest one of them wasn't a kitten, it was a dead rat. A dead, halfway decapitated rat. I picked it up in its tail, to throw it out, but the cat grabbed hold of its ear or nose or whatever it was, and we pulled in opposites directions, shouting at each other.

And there I was, holding a headless rat in my hand. I asked my cousins to bring me a garbage bag, but they just ran out of the room, screaming, feeling sick. Boys..!

 

[Quasimodem]

What have I missed?

Oh, just an old Pop Tune . . .

"Bang, bang, [_______'s] [______] hammer came down on it's head.

Bang, bang, [_______'s] [______] hammer made sure he was dead."

And there I was, holding a headless rat in my hand. I asked my cousins to bring me a garbage bag, but they just ran out of the room, screaming, feeling sick. Boys..!

If you were holding by the mouse by its tail, perhaps they thought it was a tampon.

Very understandable raction, in that case.