Wednesday, June 16, 2010


When I woke up this morning there was a mouse (or to be more precise, three quarters of a mouse) on the kitchen floor. I thought I heard an awful lot of bumping around downstairs as I was drifting off to sleep last night.

Things to be glad for given the situation:

  • The little corpse was in plain sight, not tucked away somewhere it would start to get gross before I even became aware of it.
  • It was a little corpse, and not a mortally injured but still mobile mouse (much harder and distressing to dispose of).
  • At least one of the cats - I suspect Merlin - got some exercise.

Have to try to look on the bright side in these situations.


Kitty Mommy said...

Oh ick. Kudos for finding a bright side though.

YarnThrower said...

I suppose it is typical for these types of things to happen when hubby is away... I bet you're glad that you have cats!