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So I get home from work this morning and go to bed. A few hours later I woke up and went into the bathroom. There was a mouse in there running around on the floor!
I did what any sane woman would do. I screamed for the cat. "Pedda Pedda PEDDA!" You'd think the tone of my voice would have alerted her that something really interesting was going on and she might want to check it out. But the cat, the defender of fragile females against furry little bathroom invaders, wasn't forthcoming.
By now I was able to think. "I'm going to get Pedda and she'll see the mouse and catch it then I can take it away from her and throw it outside." Sounded like a good plan to me since I had no intention of battling a mouse before it had been disabled, so to speak. Ok, so I don't get any points for bravery.
I'm still yelling and the danged cat isn't coming. Alright so I gotta go fetch the lazy thing. I moved five steps back into the bedroom. And though Pedda hadn't come I have to give her credit, she did make the effort of lifting her head and looking at me like I'd lost my wits.
So I snatched her out of the nice warm bed (and was kind of glad to do so since she'd moved and snagged the prime spot right smack dab in the middle). Carried her in the bathroom just in time to see the invader crawling up a dangling towel. It reached the top then jumped over on the vanity.
Pedda saw the movement and the chase was on! The damned mouse had a field day running all over my toothbrush and perfumes and even tried to climb in the nozzle of my blow dryer. And Pedda attacked her ancient enemy, oh yes she did! She yipped and yapped and gingerly reached out a paw and touched it. And I'm thinking dang, I let her keep her claws for THIS?! Fat lotta good that did - she ain't using them!
The mouse finally jumps down and runs out into the hallway with Pedda in hot pursuit. They ran up and down the hall several times, they just kept turning around and going back and forth. I think they were both brain damaged. At one point Pedda didn't see it and stood still, howling and twitching her tail back and forth. Of course she didn't see it, the stinking mouse was literally sitting still between her hind legs; I'm surprised her tummy flab didn't squish it! I would have killed to have had my camera cause that shot would be priceless.
The mouse finally escaped by going behind the dryer. I think it got tired of teasing her. And I need to buy a new toothbrush.
I did what any sane woman would do. I screamed for the cat. "Pedda Pedda PEDDA!" You'd think the tone of my voice would have alerted her that something really interesting was going on and she might want to check it out. But the cat, the defender of fragile females against furry little bathroom invaders, wasn't forthcoming.
By now I was able to think. "I'm going to get Pedda and she'll see the mouse and catch it then I can take it away from her and throw it outside." Sounded like a good plan to me since I had no intention of battling a mouse before it had been disabled, so to speak. Ok, so I don't get any points for bravery.
I'm still yelling and the danged cat isn't coming. Alright so I gotta go fetch the lazy thing. I moved five steps back into the bedroom. And though Pedda hadn't come I have to give her credit, she did make the effort of lifting her head and looking at me like I'd lost my wits.
So I snatched her out of the nice warm bed (and was kind of glad to do so since she'd moved and snagged the prime spot right smack dab in the middle). Carried her in the bathroom just in time to see the invader crawling up a dangling towel. It reached the top then jumped over on the vanity.
Pedda saw the movement and the chase was on! The damned mouse had a field day running all over my toothbrush and perfumes and even tried to climb in the nozzle of my blow dryer. And Pedda attacked her ancient enemy, oh yes she did! She yipped and yapped and gingerly reached out a paw and touched it. And I'm thinking dang, I let her keep her claws for THIS?! Fat lotta good that did - she ain't using them!
The mouse finally jumps down and runs out into the hallway with Pedda in hot pursuit. They ran up and down the hall several times, they just kept turning around and going back and forth. I think they were both brain damaged. At one point Pedda didn't see it and stood still, howling and twitching her tail back and forth. Of course she didn't see it, the stinking mouse was literally sitting still between her hind legs; I'm surprised her tummy flab didn't squish it! I would have killed to have had my camera cause that shot would be priceless.
The mouse finally escaped by going behind the dryer. I think it got tired of teasing her. And I need to buy a new toothbrush.