Jess and I have declared war once again.
I love our moggie Jess and truly he is gorgeous but these games he is playing have to stop.
There are lots of mice around. Lots of feed, mild weather etc has created a mouse explosion.
There are tales of while farmers are harvesting the crops mice run in front of the headers. I have seen them running away from the tractor and mower deck while I have been mowing lawns. Mice that is – not farmers.
Jess has decided that it would be a good idea to bring mice inside (one at a time) and play with them while they are still alive.
Trouble is then he gets bored with the whole playing thing and lets it go where of course little mousie runs for the nearest bedroom to hide which also happens to be Elise’s!!!!
Both girls have taken to shutting their doors at night (previously unheard of in this house) and jamming towels under the doors to prevent any nocturnal visitors.
We have tried locking him outside in the big cat cage but he just sits by the door and cries until someone lets him in. Yes he is a house cat.
We tried locking him inside (litter box provided) but he sat by the door and cried to get outside. No doubt those mice were holding a party and didn’t invite him.
The final straw has been the last few nights when I have woken at some unearthly hour to discover a half chewed mouse lying in the passage and Jess wandering around trying to look as if butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth.
I know he is innocent looking but trust me this 12 year old cat is playing
mouse mind games with me. Shall we just say I can now look at the inside of a mouse and only slightly feel like throwing up. Annnnd I’m getting really good at disposing of them without thinking about it too much.
The dogs have seen so many of his treasures they now walk in a wide arc around them.
One of us is going to loose this war – I have a feeling it will be me.