Our cats cornered a mouse so we caught it and kept it. But the pet store said we couldn’t buy it a friend since different species would fight. So when the cats found ANOTHER one, we exclaimed in joy, “A Friend!” Which is how we learned the difference between deer mice and house mice. So then we had two separate cages for them to look at each other through. And one morning they had conspired and both escaped. I don’t tell husband, but not all the peanuts that I spill get cleaned up. Just in case one of their descendants still lives nearby.
Sounds like a mouse circus.
That’s so funny!
Coincidentally, these mice started to show up right after my beloved cat, Freddie, died of old age in January.
When I saw the first signs of the mice, I thought my dog would handle them. NOT!
My 9yo black lab could care less if they run across her nose! She doesn’t move a muscle!
I guess it’s time for another kitten.
I only tolerated cats before because my daughters - who have since moved out - thought they were cute. But who ended up feeding them and cleaning the litter box - me! (I’m a single dad.). My daughters well know my displeasure about cats (except Freddie, who I grew to love).
I can hear the laughing now from them when I decide to get a cat. But I see now that it’s worth it!
LOL!