Even though it's been over a year since we had to put our cat Zippy down Abby still pines for him and has repeatedly asked for a replacement kitty, which she will name Zippy. For Christmas Uncle Jeff bought her a massive collection of Littlest Pet Shop animals, including a couple of cats, one of which she named..... wait for it... Zippy. Why? "Because I miss that cat."
I have to admit I miss that cat sometimes too. We were planning on getting a new cat just before Maya was born, but then she came early with complications and it really wasn't the right time for a kitten. I miss the way he'd *have to* sleep on my pillow with his head on top of my head. Yes it was utterly annoying at the time, but over a year later it seems really sweet. What I don't miss is the cat hair tumbleweeds that would blow through the living room from time to time. Don't get me wrong there's still a tumbleweed or two that will blow through, but it's completely devoid of cat hair. I don't miss cleaning the litterbox or the house smelling like crap. Of course the house still sometimes smells like crap, but it's baby crap and that's cuter than cat crap, right?
Most of all I loved that while our house was inhabited by Zippy and his sister it was a mouse free zone. I cannot stress enough how much I loved that. In the year since Zippy has been gone we have found evidence of rodent visitors about three times. Every time I want to move out until I have proof we are 100% rodent free.
Friday afternoon Mike realized something had been into the raisin bread in the bread drawer. There was a small round hole in the top of the bag, but we could find no fecal evidence in the area. Maybe, we thought, the bag had gotten caught on something. The next morning we found our guest had spent the night snacking on our exotic enriched white bread, but there was still no poop. Mike scratched his head, dumbfounded. Last night Mike left out a plate of delicious poison that our constipated friend tucked into. Who ever heard of a mouse that didn't poop? Mike did find some poop in another area of the kitchen so clearly we have a mouse who's intelligent enough not to poop where he eats. Tonight Mike laid out some traps just in case our mouse was able to find the antidote to the poison he ingested the night before. I'm not going to be surprised if we wake up in the morning to a trap devoid of peanut butter, but with a note that says, 'thanks suckas!'
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Ew. Sorry you have such an intelligent mouse about the house. They and the insects really *will* rule the world someday, won't they?
Came on over from Sognatrice...and gah, so sorry. We had a mouse problem too, and then our neighbors developed a rat problem that killed off our mice. And then the exterminator killed off the rats. For the mice, we used the snap traps. (Goodness the discussion of rodents makes us sound like we're really disgusting. We're not THAT disgusting. Swear.)
Best of luck.
Call me psychic, but when Mike checked the trap in the middle of the night it was totally devoid of peanut butter. So he reset the trap and left another serving of that delicious poison. This morning it was all gone, so hopefully that will be the end of him.
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