Earlier this year we dealt with a mice infestation. Over the course of a few weeks, this was our constant nightmare. I have to say, I really don't want to go through that again.
Picture this: It was during the night, I was sitting on the toilet minding my own business, when the cat came running into the bathroom chasing a mouse. I scream like a banshee for my husband to capture it. Although I think he feels the same way that I do about mice in the house. Then there was a couple of instances when I walked into our bedroom, and there laying on the floor was a dead mouse.
There were a couple times of being woken up in the middle of the night to our gray kitty chasing a mouse. The squeaking, chipping sound of that darned thing running from the cat made me want to crawl out of my skin. The cat was dodging and dashing in hot pursuit, as I sat paralyzed on the bed. The cat would get it cornered in the bathroom, usually near the cabinet, and somehow the sneaky little rodent would find a small crawl space to hide in. All the while the cat would lie in wait right next to the cabinet.
I think the icing on the cake was the night when the cat brought up 3 or 4 babies in one night. He hit the mother lode in the basement! I about came unglued that night. The following day I called the exterminators to take care of this problem. They came out, gave suggestions, laid out bait, etc.
Things have gone seemingly well since then. Although, we just finished up the summer months, so there's no need for those little pests to be in our house. Well, today I've sat around bundled up, as the weather has turned chilly. I walk into the kitchen and can you guess what I saw? Not a big stretch, considering what this blog is about. You got it! A dead baby mouse on the kitchen floor. Yeesh! Calls will be made to the exterminator on Monday morning. There must be a nest in the basement, because one of the cats had been in the basement earlier.
I'm so conditioned that when I hear the cat running around at night, I assume he is chasing a mouse around. I find myself rooting hard for Tom when he is chasing Jerry around in that cartoon. I will become the poster child of Decon and mousetraps, if it means to be rid of these pests once and for all. Just please, no more mice in our house!
I will say, our kitty Stinkey has earned a lot of brownie points this year. I think he has about 10 kills under his belt for the year. Now if we can get the other cat to tag team him, we just might be mouse free!