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.

Comments

[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?