And the Mouser of the Month Award goes to..................
Millie?
Millie and Scooter?
Scooter?
Hamish?
The dog? Hardly. She wouldn't even look.
Noooooooooo............................
Mouser of the Month is.......................
Me.
(Applause)
(And yes, I feel awful for taking those pictures - I stepped in when I realised that the poor little mouse wasn't giving up without a fight, and might actually survive. It's now down in the Dene, where I hope it will live to tell the tale of its 36 hours of terror in the land of the inept.)
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Something very similar happened to me. I was helping my mother clean out her house to get ready to sell it and when I opened a kitchen cabinet door, out fell a field mouse. I was able to catch it by hand in her kitchen sink (all the while hoping I wouldn't crush it, it was so tiny) and get it out the front door. Her three cats just ignored us - my mother's screams at the mouse and me screaming at her to shut up.
But that's what I got when you have strictly indoor-only cats; you get to be the mouser.
oh dear. Funny and not. This reminds me of the mouse problem I had a few years ago. My cats were useless and I got un-nerved by the sudden appearance of mice when I opened the garbage can or the cereal box!!! I managed to catch a few but ended up setting them free away from the house.
Good for you!
I clapped!!! Rupert would, but he has a bad tummy - probably as a result of eating something similar!
The liberated mouse looks remarkably like the little fellow you photographed on the bannister and photo frame yesterday.
Gosh you have been busy since I last dropped in. Well done with your mousing. Just tall those cats they are not earning their keep. Presumably hunting is beneath lovely Lottie's dignity?
Enjoyed your bosky walk - wonderful that such little miracles as kingfishers can live so close to the urban jungle.
A few years ago, someone left our outside cellar door open.
In the fall.
When the mice were all looking for winter homes.
The entire winter that followed we had fieldmouse guests. My husband set up a hav-a-hart trap and caught innumerable mousies. Which he would take far up the field and set free near the stone wall.
Would you like a glass of something I found in the kitchen, dear ...?
Oh hooray for you !! I have been woken many a time in the wee hours of the night to attempt a similar rescue. Tiny mouse versus the ever evil, tres sadistic tag team mousing duo of Oliver & Gus. My cardboard and tall yogurt container.
I love a happy ending...
Wonderful, you are terrific. OllieV
Well done, hope he realises how lucky he was that you would rather he went free than be gobbled by the gang.
Awww.. poor little bean.... good thing you managed to capture him...he will love to be in some quiet woods somewhere after that....good for you Rachel.....
our Mom used to capture a little one on occasion under our sink in a little old house. She would carefully take them outside ...and I bet she would catch the same one again next week. We didn't have any cats at that time....
Yeah - I get no applause either when I catch a mouse brought in & casually abandoned. Sometimes it is casually abandoned sans head (which makes it rather easier for me to catch) but most often lovingly fetched in and dropped alive and kicking (and jolly grumpy!) into my hand for me to take back outside to rejoin the mouse community under the shed at the bottom of the garden.
My sister suggests a tippex mark on each released so I can track the dopiest mice!
When we doing up a house once, we had loads of mice coming in through the many holes in the walls, so I became particularly adept at catching them in a wellington boot. It's dark in there and you can fold over the top to keep them in there and then trot them out to somewhere safe. Try it - it works!
BTW, we have two cats and the always outdoors cat just can't be bothered!
I love that wellington boot idea - and mouse-catching duties on behalf of idle or dim cats seems to be a common event.....
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