.....when you have a Fred?
Fred is definitely a cat. In fact, his nickname is "meow-meow". I realize that when The Husband and i call him that in front of other people, it is probably the most annoying thing to hit their ears, but i digress.
I was in the kitchen fixing a sandwich, and Fred BOLTED from the kitchen to the couch, and tried to get under it. Awww crap. I have been hearing some rustling in the walls, and now i have proof that there is a freaking mouse in the house. Fred would not leave FOOD for nothing. He would however leave dead, inanimate food for the prospect of live, to-be-killed-and-eaten-while-still-puke-warm food. Just like a good cat.
What did Henry do while all this was going on? Stared fixedly at my bologna and cheese sandwich. He knew a bite was coming his way, and there was no way he was going to chase after a future friend when there was a bite of sandwich coming his way. He knew i was going to card-making class later, and he would have plenty of time to root out the mouse, and be BFF's with it.
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Grotty little mice in the walls... or could it be squirrels??? I spent an entire summer watching squirrels move in to our neighbor's attic next door (back in our city-dweller days). I asked her if she'd been hearing noises. The 'problem' became an entire summer of re-roofing the house, and they found "other" nests in the kitchen walls, so a rip-out was started there, too. Boy, I hope Fred is up to the task of rat-terrier... bit big for squeezing into tight spaces, though. C
Hey Miss C - when I said to check her blog, I didn't mean to freak her out!! g
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