October 30th, 2005
|08:47 pm - Woo hoo!|
Mr. Abbie has a mouse!
He's downstairs worrying it to death in the dining room. I tell him not to play with it too much cause after he's done with the first one, there's still a second one hiding in a box in the kitchen. When the mouse was hiding in the radiator, Abbie reached in, hooked it with his claw, and threw it on the floor.
Everybody in the house is absolutely psyched to see the sentient throw rug earning his keep for once.
|Date:||October 31st, 2005 02:31 am (UTC)|| |
i am disturbed by the whole thing!
If you're really good, Abbie the Mouse Fairy will leave a giftie underneath your pillow tonight.
Or on top of the pillow next to your face, so you can have breakfast in bed!
Oooh! Lucky Spatch!
(The mouse really is awfully cute, though.)
The mouse isn't so cute when it poops in your tabouleh!
(No, there wasn't any of that in the boxes, I don't think, but I just wanted to say "tabouleh")
Where we lived in Dubuque, we had mice.
Loki's a pretty good mouser, turns out.
He'd always catch them and not kill them, so I had to take them outside.
Except the one time when I got up in the morning, and in the bathroom, I found half a mouse.
The back half.
I always say now that at least Loki proved he did give a rat's ass about something.