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[sanpaku_backup]

Have not posted in a while. Am busy in the ritual of psychotic frenzy known as cleaning the house for Passover/"spring cleaning." Religion aside, it is objectively good to throw things out from the back of your fridge once a year. Home archaeology! ("Now we are in the Thanksgiving stratum, as evidenced by the cranberry sauce and tofu drumsticks...")

The only really exciting thing to happen this week was waking up on Saturday night to this strange "Pssseeet! Psssseeeet!" noise at 2 am. Go out to the bathroom, sure enough Felix has caught that mouse we suspected was eating our bouillon cubes. Big fat grey thing. Like most cats who do not know how to kill a mouse, Felix was catching it repeatedly and batting it around while not having a clue what to do with it... I suppose he was trying to bring it to us as a trophy. Ew. Anyway, attempts to catch Felix led him to run to the basement; I squirted him, thinking the mouse would stay still for me to catch it, but the thing emitted this strange powerful sweet smell and ran right over my feet and behind the dresser, and disappeared, hopefully not to return. The smell still lingers in the basement.

This was not a pleasant way to wake up.

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[mamarama.livejournal.com]

I know the horror and do not envy you that trophy stench! The first time Ass brought a half-alive mouse into the house was Presidential election day 2000. I screamed and screamed at her to take it back outside. After five minutes of my screaming and of her batting it about the dining room floor, she finally got the message and took it back outside. Soon after that I went to vote at the polls.

I still to this day blame Dubya's election on my Ass.

(I daubed the places on the floor where the mouse had been with Clorox Clean-up. This is not good for color-sensitive surfaces, but I didn't care. Bleach kills yuck.)

you are cute but...

[flw.livejournal.com]

Your kitty brings you a gift because she loves you! Adult cats bring prey home to teach their kittens how to kill. So, your cat may have been batting it around as if to say, "Alright, now finish it off, my gigantic hairless friend. You are cute, but you must learn to kill." Which, curiously enough is something I have been trying to teach you for decades.

strata

[(Anonymous)]

oh god ... you didn't REALLY find the tofu drumsticks, did you? (Mrs. S.)