Cats! Ya’ gotta’ love ’em. Here I am, with four beautiful cats; perfectly capable of livin’ off the land, so to speak. Well, there is that one cat who lost her back foot in a mowing accident (lotsa’ tractors where I live), so I guess I don’t have four WHOLE cats, but they are still capable little critters. So, how’s come I’ve got so many mice in the house, all of a sudden?
Oh, sure; I realize that the weather is takin’ a turn for the Chilly an’ I’m fully aware that mice do not have thick coats to protect ’em from the cold. Still, this is MY house an’ I have NEVER invited mice to visit… much less, LIVE in MY house. Therefore, I consider ’em to be squatters. In the old days, or so I’ve heard, squatters were run off by the land owners. Okay, minor technicality; we don’t own the land. We rent. I’m sure, though, that there must be some kinda’ renter’s clause that allows us to evict squatters. Anyway, whether there’s a clause or not, I’m prepared to do damage to the intruders. Mice are definitely NOT summa’ my favorite people. An’ now, it’s time to say Goodbye.
Aha! One ‘uh those intruders has taken the bait. Haha! He’s outa’ here. Neener, neener. An’ actually, guess what? I kinda’ think he was the only squatter in the place. There seemed to be evidence that it was the same four-legged dude who was checkin’ out the whole house. I think we’ve WON!
No more squatters, no more little surprises, no more questions ’bout whether we have the right to evict intruders. That ol’ boy is GONE!
Now, about that herd of cats who shoulda’ kept the mouse away. I think it’s time to give ’em the look of, “Let’s get with the picture, a’ready. You’re s’posed to be Mousers. So MOUSE!”
I think that should take care of it. I’ll keep you posted on the mousing situation. In the meantime, I’m really glad to know that our biggest scoundrel is outta’ commission. Life is back to… good. I’m a happy camper.
Until the next time, keep a hug on.