
Originally Posted by
iceclimb
I used to have 3 cats, the youngest one was a go getter... she had a killer spirit for sure. THe other two were pussies...err, pansies. Anyway, the young one dies and there's a fight for dominance in the house. Both of the cats being lazy good fornothings.. no one wins.
Anyway, I'm sitting there in the spring, with the first floor sliding glass door open, with a beer open, and the TV on. I don't remember what I was watching, but I do remember suddenly hearing gnawing... which made me, and the cats, look at the sliding glass door. The gnawing sound stops, and a mouse comes racing into the living room.
Now.. to go anywhere the mouse either has to turn and run, or run a gauntlet between the two cats. And that mouse had some balls, because he just went for it... switch to the road and all that kind of stuff.... straightlining between the two cats. Who sat there and watched him run all the way into the kitchen.
Of course, I took a drink of the beer and said "well fuck... you two are worthless fuckers go get the mouse!" The looked at me and rolled onto their backs figuring I was gonna get the mouse and give it to them as a treat. so I get up and patch the screen door, and figure the mouse is now trapped in the townhouse I live in, the cats will get it tonight when it tries to escape.
I figured it might take a day or two, but the cats would get the mouse. Nope, after a week, I reached down under my oven to get a baking sheet, which had mouse poo and piss all over it, and realized the little fucker had holed up in there, probably writing his mousifesto and getting ready to go all unibomber on us with hanta virus or something. At that point I realized that the cats were truly good for nothing and I should call my ex and thank her for leaving me with a few years worth of feeding, watering and shit cleaning up. I also briefly considered getting really big rat traps and trapping the cats.... but decided that might make me a bad person.
So I manned up and pulled out the range, those fuckers can shit a lot in a week. cleaned that floor up, washed everything in the house, and left the range out, and waited... until I caught him and threw him out into the dumpster.
Lesson? Some cats are really lazy, and you may want to make sure you always have a beer on hand for mouse fighting.
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