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Cat put mouse in my pillowcase
After all the stresses and hassles of learning the new format, thought I'd post something that was just social and ironic, probably will seem funny later.
Our grey cat, Dark, has a cat flap, otherwise he drives me cuckoo begging and scratching several times every night at the door in our bedroom that goes to the deck. But having the flap is only the lesser of two evils, because he occasionally brings in live prey. (Clearly we are too stupid to hunt, so he is showing us his prowess while also attempting to get it through to us that mice are out there and we had better learn to catch them against our hour of need.)
Our bed has some pillows that I've put into the decorative shams that came with the quilt. The shams are king pillow-sized and the pillows in them only standard size, but those pillows are too hard to sleep on anyway, so we use them to prop ourselves up when reading and to hide the comfortable pillows we sleep on when we make the bed. When we are ready to go to sleep, we toss the reading pillows on the floor and use our soft pillows.
Last night, I woke to the sound of the cat playing, but not like he was playing with a toy. Very rhythmic and not moving around the room -- scoot scoot, tap tap, scoot scoot, tap tap, all in the same place. It sounded unfortunately like he had a mouse cornered somewhere, so after trying to go back to sleep in hopes it wasn't true, I turned on the light, and he was sitting and staring at my reading pillow on the floor right by the bed, and occasionally reaching under it. This was not good.
I slowly began to pick up everything else around the pillow (one slipper -- the other slipper -- the little deco pillow that is tiny -- the deco pillow that's medium sized ...) and then got up and hiked up the bedspread anywhere it had managed to drape to the floor. (I didn't want any runaway mouse running up the bedspread onto the bed.) But then what was I supposed to do? If I picked up the reading pillow, the mouse would make like Mario Andretti and end up who knows where. So I got a big packing box that I happened to have emptied the other day but hadn't broken down yet (it was of course about 4 am -- isn't this what you love to do at 4 am?) and laid it sideways, and began to nudge the pillow into the box a little at a time, hoping the mouse would just walk in under the pillow or scoot along with it, rather than head for the living room. Finally I got the pillow enough into the box that I could tip the box up. The cat got into the box too. (This was a good sign, meaning that at least he thought I had the mouse.)
Carried the cat/pillow/mouse/box outside onto the back deck, and shut the door. At least at this point, the mouse would not come into the house if it was there, but I really needed to know for sure that the mouse was in the box. Came back into the bedroom and began to rummage for a flashlight -- hubby woke up and said "What's going on?" This is the husband who yells if the cat brings anything in about the house being "filled with vermin" and the cat has to go, and like that. (I usually don't wake him up if I have to deal with a mouse.) Anyway, I tried to explain without having to go into four paragraphs that I had a mouse and cat and pillow and box and was needing to be sure I had the mouse so where did we keep the flashlights again? He kind of stuck with me and went back to sleep without blowing up, but didn't get up to help or anything.
So out I went. The pillow sham, as I've said, is too big for the pillow. I took the pillow out of the box, took the cat out of the box, looked in the box, no loose mouse. I then began to tap the sham with my hand, trying to feel a hard little lump. Couldn't see anything moving with the flashlight. Picked up the pillow and began to shine the flashlight through the sham where it wasn't backed by pillow. Finally there was a perfect little mouse silhouette all the way down to the tail, inside the hanging-down extra part of the sham. Cat pounced on the silhouette. It didn't work. I was not going to reach my hand into the sham to try to get the mouse out, so I began folding the sham the way you might fold a sock as you took it off your foot. Got the pillow out, but mouse was still in the sham. Folded the sham back to turn the sham inside-out, and then when I got to the point a mouse head sticking out of the folded sham (the way you would look out of a sleeping bag), that was it for my nerve, I tossed the whole sham out into the backyard. Locked the cat's flap, leaving him out. Went back to bed.
In the morning, my husband found the sham, and said, "What's this towel doing out here?" (He uses his reading pillow every single night.) But it was mercifully empty. I don't think the cat got the mouse either, or we would have seen its little carcass on the deck.
I'd sure love it if the local pet psychic would just tell my cat to cool it on the hunting. One night I came out of our bedroom closet into the bedroom and a live bird flew in, followed by the cat leaping after it. Could use just a few fewer of these fun moments.
Our grey cat, Dark, has a cat flap, otherwise he drives me cuckoo begging and scratching several times every night at the door in our bedroom that goes to the deck. But having the flap is only the lesser of two evils, because he occasionally brings in live prey. (Clearly we are too stupid to hunt, so he is showing us his prowess while also attempting to get it through to us that mice are out there and we had better learn to catch them against our hour of need.)
Our bed has some pillows that I've put into the decorative shams that came with the quilt. The shams are king pillow-sized and the pillows in them only standard size, but those pillows are too hard to sleep on anyway, so we use them to prop ourselves up when reading and to hide the comfortable pillows we sleep on when we make the bed. When we are ready to go to sleep, we toss the reading pillows on the floor and use our soft pillows.
Last night, I woke to the sound of the cat playing, but not like he was playing with a toy. Very rhythmic and not moving around the room -- scoot scoot, tap tap, scoot scoot, tap tap, all in the same place. It sounded unfortunately like he had a mouse cornered somewhere, so after trying to go back to sleep in hopes it wasn't true, I turned on the light, and he was sitting and staring at my reading pillow on the floor right by the bed, and occasionally reaching under it. This was not good.
I slowly began to pick up everything else around the pillow (one slipper -- the other slipper -- the little deco pillow that is tiny -- the deco pillow that's medium sized ...) and then got up and hiked up the bedspread anywhere it had managed to drape to the floor. (I didn't want any runaway mouse running up the bedspread onto the bed.) But then what was I supposed to do? If I picked up the reading pillow, the mouse would make like Mario Andretti and end up who knows where. So I got a big packing box that I happened to have emptied the other day but hadn't broken down yet (it was of course about 4 am -- isn't this what you love to do at 4 am?) and laid it sideways, and began to nudge the pillow into the box a little at a time, hoping the mouse would just walk in under the pillow or scoot along with it, rather than head for the living room. Finally I got the pillow enough into the box that I could tip the box up. The cat got into the box too. (This was a good sign, meaning that at least he thought I had the mouse.)
Carried the cat/pillow/mouse/box outside onto the back deck, and shut the door. At least at this point, the mouse would not come into the house if it was there, but I really needed to know for sure that the mouse was in the box. Came back into the bedroom and began to rummage for a flashlight -- hubby woke up and said "What's going on?" This is the husband who yells if the cat brings anything in about the house being "filled with vermin" and the cat has to go, and like that. (I usually don't wake him up if I have to deal with a mouse.) Anyway, I tried to explain without having to go into four paragraphs that I had a mouse and cat and pillow and box and was needing to be sure I had the mouse so where did we keep the flashlights again? He kind of stuck with me and went back to sleep without blowing up, but didn't get up to help or anything.
So out I went. The pillow sham, as I've said, is too big for the pillow. I took the pillow out of the box, took the cat out of the box, looked in the box, no loose mouse. I then began to tap the sham with my hand, trying to feel a hard little lump. Couldn't see anything moving with the flashlight. Picked up the pillow and began to shine the flashlight through the sham where it wasn't backed by pillow. Finally there was a perfect little mouse silhouette all the way down to the tail, inside the hanging-down extra part of the sham. Cat pounced on the silhouette. It didn't work. I was not going to reach my hand into the sham to try to get the mouse out, so I began folding the sham the way you might fold a sock as you took it off your foot. Got the pillow out, but mouse was still in the sham. Folded the sham back to turn the sham inside-out, and then when I got to the point a mouse head sticking out of the folded sham (the way you would look out of a sleeping bag), that was it for my nerve, I tossed the whole sham out into the backyard. Locked the cat's flap, leaving him out. Went back to bed.
In the morning, my husband found the sham, and said, "What's this towel doing out here?" (He uses his reading pillow every single night.) But it was mercifully empty. I don't think the cat got the mouse either, or we would have seen its little carcass on the deck.
I'd sure love it if the local pet psychic would just tell my cat to cool it on the hunting. One night I came out of our bedroom closet into the bedroom and a live bird flew in, followed by the cat leaping after it. Could use just a few fewer of these fun moments.
Hey AnnieBrooke.
Wonderin' where that little mousey head will be...
Blessings,
Melinda
Wonderin' where that little mousey head will be...
Blessings,
Melinda
Omg...this was sure fun to read.....but sure happy it wasn't my house!! You've got quite the lil mouser there, she must think you deserve the gifts...lol, I'd be checking those pillows every night believe me!
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Haha, AB, I didn't think twice reading that sentence. Automatically understood.
Although sorry for all the stress it brought, loved your story. :)
Although sorry for all the stress it brought, loved your story. :)
A "mouse half on the kitchen floor" is a chewed-up lower half of a mouse, on the kitchen floor, not a chewed-up mouse halfway on the kitchen floor. Although I am never particularly sorry when the cat kills a mouse, I can't help but hope this wasn't the same one. He had enough trauma for one week.
Oh, I didn't mention the rain? lol
Actually, we've been having a spate of unusually warm weather, and I remember being cognizant as I stood on the deck at 4 am with a flashlight that I was glad it wasn't freezing cold, wet and windy, but was noticeably calm and not that bad out. If you aren't staggering with sleeplessness, it's not a bad time of night to be outside.
Cat and mouse may have been having me on, but that didn't prevent there from being a chewed-up mouse half on the kitchen floor this morning. Hubby found it, shut the cat in.
Actually, we've been having a spate of unusually warm weather, and I remember being cognizant as I stood on the deck at 4 am with a flashlight that I was glad it wasn't freezing cold, wet and windy, but was noticeably calm and not that bad out. If you aren't staggering with sleeplessness, it's not a bad time of night to be outside.
Cat and mouse may have been having me on, but that didn't prevent there from being a chewed-up mouse half on the kitchen floor this morning. Hubby found it, shut the cat in.
Hey AnnieBrooke.
So sorry but I gotta say I'm so glad that this happened to you and not to me. It is a great story nonetheless and I just know you'll think it's hilarious once you get more over it.
Cats simply must do these things to us at the worst possible times, although I strain my brain thinking of when a mouse being in my bedroom would be at an appropriate time. It's a cat and mouse conspiracy I swear. They both are already gigglesnorting about what YOU did.
I bet we all have cat/ mouse stories we could tell. I got a good one but I'm too tired to write it and I haven't had all the excitement you've had.
Perhaps if you did learn to hunt...you're off to a good start.
Blessings,
Melinda
P.S. The only thing missing is "and it was raining". (gigglesnort!)
So sorry but I gotta say I'm so glad that this happened to you and not to me. It is a great story nonetheless and I just know you'll think it's hilarious once you get more over it.
Cats simply must do these things to us at the worst possible times, although I strain my brain thinking of when a mouse being in my bedroom would be at an appropriate time. It's a cat and mouse conspiracy I swear. They both are already gigglesnorting about what YOU did.
I bet we all have cat/ mouse stories we could tell. I got a good one but I'm too tired to write it and I haven't had all the excitement you've had.
Perhaps if you did learn to hunt...you're off to a good start.
Blessings,
Melinda
P.S. The only thing missing is "and it was raining". (gigglesnort!)
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