Mouse In Our House

You know we try and keep it all romantic around here at Mike and Molly’s House but sometimes we just gotta peel away a few layers…

You may have read how the mice moved into the yurt but that’s only one of the places they like to move  in to.  Each fall they move into our house.  Moving in is not even an accurate description; they are brought in…alive!

We have two cats.  The older one is our beloved black cat, Buji, who is a beautiful sleek panther like cat.  He loves adventure and spends most of his time outside running up and down trees catching and eating mice and gophers.  I’ve attached a melange of bells on his neck to keep him from eating all the birds in our yard.  Our younger cat, Kitten-AKA; Splat-AKA; Little SH*T, Mike found in a drainpipe while taking classes at the community college a few years back.  Strange thing is Mike is not the kind of guy that picks up strays…stray materials-yes, but not stray animals.  He did this particular time and now we have this chubby cat who swats at you when you pass by her.  Try and give her a scratch on her belly and she will rip you to shreds.  She mostly hangs out with the dogs…in the house…on the couch…sleeping.  If Archie is on my lap she will hop up and sit on his head.  Archie just sits there not moving.  She has one special talent…catching live mice, bringing them into the house and dropping them on the floor.  Once dropped they scurry off under something.  She takes  a few sniffs at whatever they are under, shrugs and heads out to get another one.

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