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This morning, before Lis left for work, I spent some time in the downstairs apartment working out what tasks I wanted to deal with today. And, naturally, the cats followed me down to explore.
Normally, of course, we can attract them back upstairs when they're done looking around, but, this time, Nicky was having none of it. He was sitting in the empty recycling bin, staring at and playing with something in there. So I guess the recycling bin wasn't actually that empty, given that it contained a cat, and something the cat was playing with.
Lis was getting ready to leave, and I'd gone back upstairs, and she called me down. "You have to see this."
What Nicky was playing with was a mouse. An adorable mouse. And he actually was playing. Not particularly hunting, not even being particularly rough. The mouse was completely uninjured, but was unable to get out of the recycling bin, even if there wasn't a cat in there with it. Personally, I can't figure out how the mouse could have gotten INTO the bin, so I suspect that Nicky caught it and brought it into the bin to play with. Lis thinks I'm mistaken, and that it wouldn't have been that difficult for the mouse to get in.
We scooped the mouse up into a plastic cup, and got ready to throw it outside. But Lis thought it was just too adorable. So we put it into an old spaghetti sauce jar, punched some holes in the lid, and threw some granola in there for it to eat.
Then we put the jar down on the floor and let the cats play with the mouse-in-a-jar. The mouse really seemed to basically ignore them, and just eat granola as the jar slid, and occasionally rolled, around the room.
The mouse is probably three weeks old or so; it's a juvenile.
Lis decided to let the mouse go somewhere in the woods/near the river by where she works, which is miles and miles from our place, so the mouse ain't coming back in our place. She gave it some paper napkins, too, for bedding.
. . . she called me from work before she released it, asking if she could keep it as a pet. I told her, "only if you stop at Petco on the way home and get stuff to take care of the mouse with."
It's vermin, y'know? It's a house pest. But it's also cute. So we let it go in the woods. A mouse NOT in our house is no problem.
Yeah, we have pictures and video.
Normally, of course, we can attract them back upstairs when they're done looking around, but, this time, Nicky was having none of it. He was sitting in the empty recycling bin, staring at and playing with something in there. So I guess the recycling bin wasn't actually that empty, given that it contained a cat, and something the cat was playing with.
Lis was getting ready to leave, and I'd gone back upstairs, and she called me down. "You have to see this."
What Nicky was playing with was a mouse. An adorable mouse. And he actually was playing. Not particularly hunting, not even being particularly rough. The mouse was completely uninjured, but was unable to get out of the recycling bin, even if there wasn't a cat in there with it. Personally, I can't figure out how the mouse could have gotten INTO the bin, so I suspect that Nicky caught it and brought it into the bin to play with. Lis thinks I'm mistaken, and that it wouldn't have been that difficult for the mouse to get in.
We scooped the mouse up into a plastic cup, and got ready to throw it outside. But Lis thought it was just too adorable. So we put it into an old spaghetti sauce jar, punched some holes in the lid, and threw some granola in there for it to eat.
Then we put the jar down on the floor and let the cats play with the mouse-in-a-jar. The mouse really seemed to basically ignore them, and just eat granola as the jar slid, and occasionally rolled, around the room.
The mouse is probably three weeks old or so; it's a juvenile.
Lis decided to let the mouse go somewhere in the woods/near the river by where she works, which is miles and miles from our place, so the mouse ain't coming back in our place. She gave it some paper napkins, too, for bedding.
. . . she called me from work before she released it, asking if she could keep it as a pet. I told her, "only if you stop at Petco on the way home and get stuff to take care of the mouse with."
It's vermin, y'know? It's a house pest. But it's also cute. So we let it go in the woods. A mouse NOT in our house is no problem.
Yeah, we have pictures and video.
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Date: 2011-03-10 08:10 pm (UTC)Yeah, we're embarrassingly sentimental...
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