WARNING - Content could be disturbing if you are fond of disease ridden dirt dropping blighters.
Plural of MOUSE is MICE
Singular of DICE is DIE
Hmmmm not sure why a mouse isn't a MIE and why I can't get mine to DIE!!!
Sorry but I can't hear you if you are shocked by this,
it isn't funny when your shreddies keep being eaten by the critters!!!
Don't get me wrong here, I love sharing my life with animals,
goodness I have enough of them, but this problem isn't good!
But, if you are getting to know me by now, there is a funny twist in the tale (not TAIL!)
I put the traps down, with the recommended chunks of Kit-Kat on.
My boys noses a little too close for my liking but the activity far too grusome for grubby little boys to miss out on.
And we waited...
And we waited...
The boys went off to bed. I went off to bed,
and I am almost off to sleep when I think I shall just pop down and see if we have caught any.
Not only had we NOT caught any but the damn Kit-Kat had been STOLEN!
The devils had taken the bait and the traps hadn't gone off!!!!
I tested them with a biro which shattered all over the place as it triggered the extremaly sensitive trap.
I could not believe it!!!
How is it that I have got clever mice?!
So I decided to have a quick chat with Toby Black Cat.
"Ahem, excuse me Toby" I said, with hands on hips!
"erm... Toby, if you wouldn't mind just flicking an ear so can at least know that you're listening"
Toby swishes tail.
"Not sure if you know or not, but if you were to come into the other room and take a sniff, you may realise we are rapidly becoming over run with mice! Now, I am not one to upset you but I would like to just give you a nudge and remind you that it is actually your department to keep us mouse free!"
The lazy boy opens his eyes to a tiny slit.
So, without further ado, and calmly chanting my mantra
"I am the adult, I shall take charge, I shall do the right thing. Hopefully!"
He is picked up.
My goodness this 5 kilo of pure panther will scare the blighters away I think to myself.
Now there I am, lay on the floor in my jim-jams, trying to shove this fat panther through the gap under the units containing said Shreddies.
He looks in the hole, gives a sniff, retreats and walks off!
I give up!
Go back up to bed and drift off to sleep. To be woken an hour later, by a muffled mewing at the side of my bed. I know that tone of voice I think to myself and I leap out of bed, switch on the light and there he is. My hero! My lovely sleek handsome boy with half a mouse hanging out of his mouth. He promptly drops this and does a bit of jig with it for me, re-enacting the chase, complete with exagerated tales of how he almost died defeating the enemy.
I love my fat cat!
Toby 1 Mouse 0
Love C. x