Friday, August 15, 2008

A present! For ME? Why thanks.

Oh joy, the bigger of the cats just brought in a live mouse into my office and released it under my desk. This resulted in my bolting, but then seeing the poor stupid thing standing up on it's hind legs trying to fend the cat off. Poor creature. So I locked the BOTC in the living room-yowling his head off- and caught said mouse in a pint glass, he had huge eyes and very long back legs. I dropped him out onto the lawn a few moments ago and he just sat there panting, he looked wet but unharmed so I toed him with my slipper and he took off bouncing through the grass and into the hedges, just as the Marklar came up from the bottom of the garden. Now both of them are out there hunting around after it. The bigger of the cats is disgusted with me.
Stupid nature.

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

The mouse king will undoubtably reward your kindness with a mountain of cheese! Yay!

12:58 p.m.  
Blogger Unknown said...

Hmm, mouse or young rat?

1:42 p.m.  
Blogger Megan McGurk said...

We've done that several times in the past but with Omar I am unable to pull them out of his mouth before he gobbles them up. It makes my skin crawl to touch them.

2:01 p.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Fair play to you Miss Cat. Sick of hearing all those people yak on about it being natural. I'd say the cat is like an anti christ ha ha. I love winding the mini cats up, they like at you like your shit and their tail slaps franticly about the place.

Nonny

2:15 p.m.  
Blogger morgor said...

My mam's cat generously leaves entrails and vomit outside the front door sometimes.

Their not allowed in the house or my dad will kill them.

Rightly so.

2:24 p.m.  
Blogger Andraste said...

Well, of course the cat thinks he's done you a favor and brought home lunch - doesn't understand why you didn't thank him for it! Yet another reason why mine don't go outside. Though sometimes I'm tempted...oh, so tempted.

2:30 p.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

The bigger of the cats 'spat' a bloody mouse at me once, it slithered across the hall floor to by bare feet. Where upon I put the toothbrush back into my mouth and closed the bathroom door. Yack.

Conan, I think on reflection you could be right, very young rat, he had a long face, HUGE eyes and quite long back legs. Still, rat or not, when you see something that small trying valiantly to defend itself it would take a heart of stone not to intervene. Plus I hate that the BOTC plays with his food. No stones here today.

2:34 p.m.  
Blogger Bock the Robber said...

Sounds like your cat brought home somebody's pet gerbil.

2:35 p.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

Definitely not a gerbil Bock, but that wouldn't surprise me with him, in Spain he used to break into my neighbour's house across the street and sit looking at her budgie. He does like to kill things, that one. Pets wouldn't be out of the equation.

2:40 p.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Did you have to put your pets in quarantine for 6 mths?

Nonny

2:55 p.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

No, you don't have to do that anymore. Once you have them chipped and innoculated and bloods taken six months in advance and get passports for them.

2:57 p.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

My cat is too old now to savage anything but a feather on a stick.

3:01 p.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

How old is you puds Sam?

3:03 p.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I think your intervention probably upped the game for them - now anything could happen :)

3:58 p.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

Maybe the rats will spare me when my times comes. Everyone else is toast. Mmmtoast.

4:00 p.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Can't be entirely sure because she's a shelter cat. They estimated 2 or 3 when we got her which puts her about 13 or 14. Not hugely old for a pud but she's ot a bit of a belly these days. When the girls were born she took to comfort eating as she got less attention.

She's a wee sweetie-pie though, I hate to see her slowing down.

5:26 p.m.  
Blogger Jo said...

This is why I don't have cats.

Does putting a little collar with a bell on not work by frightening away all prey?

7:15 p.m.  
Blogger Bock the Robber said...

No. it doesn't.

At all.

7:16 p.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

That was me being anonymous there. Must have hit the wrong button.

7:18 p.m.  
Blogger laughykate said...

Oh how mice put the fear of god into me. Not as much as rats (they make me think that my life is actually in danger), but mice just give me the shits.

I was once at work on a Saturday when a mouse scuttled past my desk. I screamed, and leapt on the desk. I called my then-boyfriend and gasped, 'There's a mouse in the office! Halp!'

He sighed and said, 'Kate, I am two hours away, up a river in a jetboat, what the fuck do you expect me to do?'

He had a point.

I don't have a problem with spidery things in the slightest - but rodents ? No no no no. I have deep respect for how you handled that FMC, if it was me I would have sold the house.

12:53 a.m.  
Blogger Jo said...

Up the river in a jetboat, laughykate? Your boyfriend sounds like Indiana Jones.

The spider/rodent phobia doesn't seem to cross over. I've a screaming horror of spiders but I think the little furry animals are cute. I don't know anyone who's scared of both.

9:00 a.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

Hah, LK, he sort of did have a very good point.
My oldest friend once called her boyfriend in the middle of the night, had him drive nine miles to her house to 'rescue' her from a spider the size of 'a dinner plate'. To this day he still shakes his head about it and she still shudders thinking of it. She has full on arachnophobia though, her whole body shakes if a spider is anywhere near her.
Can't say I'm a big fan of them either, but I just catch them in a glass and put them outside. I don't like cockroaches, nasty speedy scuttly things. Fortunately you don't get much of them here, but in Spain? Yeeeee-ack.

9:31 a.m.  
Blogger morgor said...

ha, we once had a rat in the house on christmas morning.

My dad had previously set a trap for it (one of those big rusty illegal ones that are like mini bear traps).

I caught the rat, but it chewed off it's own leg to escape but my brother saw it scurrying past in the morning and beat it to death with a hurley.

Happy Christmas!

10:23 a.m.  
Blogger morgor said...

sorry should have said IT caught the rat.(the trap)

not me.

10:25 a.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

I knew hurleys were good for something other than pub ornaments.

4:22 p.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

jothemama

Your bloke wouldn't happen to have a high powered boat by any chance, which he goes up the river on?!?!

Wow, some people will use any excuse to fit it something like that "My sister Violet, room for a pony"....Lord save us....

4:19 p.m.  
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