In which Rolanni extols the genius of her cats

[rolanni]

Slept in this morning, and when I got up to pour coffee, Steve still lingered abed.  When I came into the kitchen, I noticed that Trooper and Sprite were crouching on the straw doormat by the front door, both of them intently focused on the door to the coat closet.

Sprite stood up when she saw me, made firm eye contact, and stepped over to the closet door, placing her nose against it.  She then made eye contact again, to see if I'd Gotten It.

I had.

"There's a mouse in the coat closet." I called the happy news up the hall.

"How do you know?"  Steve asked, reasonably enough.

"Sprite just said so, and Trooper confirms."

"Really?"

"Really."

I poured coffee, and Steve girded himself for a mouse-hunt.  He was first-in, with a plastic butter tub in hand, a cardboard box and a piece of stiff paper close at hand.  I was backup, armed with a broom.  Trooper and Sprite flanked Steve as he opened the closet, carefully...

No mouse bounded out.

Steve removed bird seed tub number one, checked inside -- no mouse.

. . .birdseed tub number two -- no mouse.

Both of the extra cat scratchers.

No mouse.

The canvas bag with my gardening hand tools and gloves.

Bingo.

Crouching against the wall was the mouse, doing the frozen thing that they do.

Whap!  The butter dish came down over him.

The piece of stiff paper was inserted beneath the butter dish, and the lid to the butter dish beneath that.

Steve withdrew the entire mousetrap, I opened doors, and the mouse was escorted out of the house to the edge of the home woods, where he was released to run free.

"That was really quick," I said when Steve got back into the house.

"I think he'd gotten in the bird seed and was too gorged to move," he said, and went to wash his hands, while I swept out the closet, and Sprite knocked over my gardening bag and pulled out all the stuff.  Just In Case.

After I'd swept, Trooper and Sprite did a formal inspection of the premises, then withdrew to perform Comprehensive Baths in their favorite morning napping spots.

Case closed.

Why, yes, my cats are brilliant.  Sprite's such a communicator, I'm tempted to send her to college.

Comments

[martianmooncrab.livejournal.com]

I'm tempted to send her to college.

..have you had the Catnip talk yet?

[bandicoot.livejournal.com]

They're probably also responsible for letting the mice inside just to keep you on your toes ;p

[rolanni.livejournal.com]

No; it's coming winter and the field mice are moving their bases of operation into the basement. Nothing to do to keep 'em out, except set traps, and keep cats.

[reedrover]

That photo looks a lot like the internet meme going around that says "if you can see this, you are awake enough to feed me."

[cgbookcat1.livejournal.com]

Wow! Sprite and Trooper have been earning their cat treats!

[attilathepbnun.livejournal.com]

Errr .... Actually, there is a product called 'Mouse Magic' which acts as a mouse repellant ...... I don't know if it'd work on Maine mice, but it does a great job on Connecticut ones!

[attilathepbnun.livejournal.com]

Oh cool!!! Sprite and Trooper were going to tag-team the rodent!
I thought only my cats did that! *is very pleased*

Genius Sprite

[catherine ives (from livejournal.com)]

Q: what would Sprite study in college? A: Catalepsy.

[scarlettina.livejournal.com]

Smart pussycats indeed!

[adina-atl.livejournal.com]

Years and years ago my cats were obviously insane, staring fixedly at a blank white wall for several days. Finally Captain Clueless Human (AKA "me") put her ear to the wall where they were staring. And then reported mice in the walls to the apartment management.

It turned out management already knew, which is why I had seen the maintenance guy going into the basement with a jar of peanut butter on several occasions--and here I thought that it was his lunch. But it was reassuring to know they weren't using poison, just traps.

Rumor of Authors Seen at World Fantasy

[ireneha.livejournal.com]

There is a rumor that the authors Sharon Lee & Steve Miller were at the Zombie party at World Fantasy.

Me? I was back at my hotel. with my feet up for all of the parties. This is just a rumor.