Meeces to Pieces

[divalea]

Reposted from elsewhere:

I put up a horrfied howl at finding a flattened mouse carcass at the bottom of a pile of dirty towels I was putting into the laundry. It's a good thing I have the habit of loading a washer an item at a time so as not to induce thumping at the spin cycle, otherwise, I'd have washed the mouse.

King turned into girl's blouse when one of the kittens carried the ex-mouse into the den and pulled a bit off. *I* had to get the dustpan and broom and dispose of the two-part mouse because King was cringing at his desk, feet up, yelling.

The mouse morning also featured one of the handles of a pair of hedge clippers lying on the kitchen counter, smelling of dish soap, and Boy hiding from us when we discovered it, a sure sign he had something to do with it.

We tried to piece together a scenario, since the towels were on the other side of the laundry room when I went to bed. We think Boy stepped on an already-expired rodent, covered it up because he was grossed out, and that the cats tried to cover for him in turn by soaping up one dismembered hedge clipper handle.

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[hangingfire.livejournal.com]

I am also the Disposer of Icky Things in my household. I sympathise. :)

[divalea.livejournal.com]

That's funny! Well, my mental picture of Bruice tap-dancing on a chair squealing is funny.

[hangingfire.livejournal.com]

Heheheh. He doesn't squeal, as it happens -- he just says "EW!" and walks quickly into another room.

Luckily, we've got no mice, and even if we did, the stupid cat would probably run away herself. (We still haven't figured out the perfectly intact, very dead lizard we once found belly-up in the middle of the living room floor after coming home from a vacation.)

[divalea.livejournal.com]

It's like it just apparated, isn't it?

[spiderfarmer.livejournal.com]

How I knew I was keeping The Man:

When my ancient matriarch cat killed a mouse, and left it for him as a present, he picked it up by the tail and said "thank you" to the cat and asked if she minded if he ate in private. Then he closed the bathroom door, and disposed of rodent, but told the cat it was delicious.

She loved him. She hated everyone else, but she loved him. She was my cat, he was *her* human. :)

[divalea.livejournal.com]

That is awesome.

[divalea.livejournal.com]

P.S.: Girl Child was upset I didn't keep the carcass so we could leave it near helpful ants for cleaning so we'd have a mouse skeleton to go with our rat skeleton.

She's the best. *sniff*

[sesquipedeviant.livejournal.com]

She *is* the best :> I can remember my excitement at finding a naturally mummified rat in the ceiling ten years ago. You let her keep the rat skeleton? What an excellent mum!


Hello, by the way. I'm a carer-and-educator of, and advocate for, a Little Autistic Darling (sometimes knwn as The Lad). No-one's exactly sure if I'm Aspie -- let's just say I definitely have lot of natural empathy for people on the spectrum, and think they're the most fascinating people around :>

I stumbled on your blog through a link of sclerotic_rings', and was entranced. You're a such an entertaining writer! Would you mind if I befriended you? I would like to keep up with your journal (and share a few experiences and frustrations).

[divalea.livejournal.com]

We found the expired rat in the yard, where ants were already working away on it, so we left it, and went back and collected the bones. They were so teeny and perfect!
We even discovered something we didn't know: rats have molars, not just their big front teeth. It made sense once we saw it, but we didn't know and we discovered! And the molars were so tiiiiny.
We have a possum jawbone around here somewhere, too.

I don't mind a bit if you friend me. Welcome! Us caregivers gotta stick togetehr.

I love these kid of posts

[bitpig.livejournal.com]

LOL Home life with kids and cats...