It’s nearly five in the morning. The heat is running and Uriah is asleep. My cats are up and energetic, and the outside nocturnal animals aren’t bumping against the house.
This is that very quiet point of the day. I’m usually in bed, but Kenshin, my male half Siamese heard me tossing and turning and said ‘hello.’
I’m not about to step outside, its freezing- 34 degrees. I am staying inside.
The walls are quiet; come to think of it I didn’t hear any scratching at all last night. Hopefully all the mice have been caught or chased out by the cats.
This has been a great summer for mice; they tried to have the run of the house. My cats were catching them at a rate of one mouse per week. Normally, the mice only try to come inside in the fall after the farmers harvested their crops.
I still have a chance at more mice soon. The farmer still has feeder corn standing tall in his south side field. The cats will be happy…
Country mice and rats are slightly different than their city cousins. They are cleaner, and healthier looking. This is my opinion, from what I observed of the little rodents, from my perch on a chair, the couch or in the bathtub.
Just recently a rat took up residence near the outside dog kennel, which happens to be right outside my office window.
When Uriah wants to stay outside all day, I put a cup full of dry dog food outside with him. The rat will come running as if I were feeding him. Sitting upright, next to the dog bowl, looking eerily like a cartoon rat. If it starts talking I’m in trouble.
That rat’s days are numbered. The hawk has been circling the deck and I have seen the owl during the day a lot this summer.
Just to clarify I don’t like mice or rats running around where I live! The comical run though the house with me heading for high ground is not fun.
A couple of weeks ago, Kenshin came running out of the kitchen, inches behind a large mouse. I happened to be walking into the kitchen at the same time. I had a mouse and a cat running in circles around me, literally!
Cats are great mousers. I am not!
Cats love to give me mice. I have learned how to be thankful when they drop them at my feet or on my chest when I’m sleeping…
Keeping with the Green theme, I don’t use poisons. Poison is very bad for other animals that feed on mice.
Besides, a mouse is the perfect cat food, And a cat is a pefect mouser.
