Sassy cats – RIP Hector

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Gracie: Naptime!

Gracie here. Exciting week. The peep was cranky as her bathroom project stalled (not sure what that means but she wasn’t receptive to my needs). Early in the week, the tiler told her there was a mouse in the bathroom. He was afraid she’d get all freaky and dance on the counter. She told him the mouse would get a proper name, a nice meal and be rehomed. It was not the response he was expecting.

After he left, she went in to check and the mouse was scurrying around. She tried to catch him, but the tiler was messy. There was stuff all over. The peep couldn’t move fast enough and there were too many hidey spots. She gave up. Tomorrow was another day.

Gus: He was gonna be my buddy.

Morgan, Gus and Sasha sat guard outside the door all night. (The peep took a hundred pictures but they were all blurred tails and noses like most of her pictures!) They were either going to catch it or make sure it didn’t come into the rest of the house. The male peep set up the Have-a-heart mouse trap. (Yes, we have one. No snap or OMG sticky paper that results in a horrible death!)

The next morning there was no sign of the mouse, and it wasn’t in the trap. Later in the day the tiler said the mouse was running in circles, then keeled over and died. The trap did not contain any mouse killer stuff. Maybe it was old age, but Hector (the proper name given) was RIP.

The rest of the cats weren’t happy. They had hopes of having a new friend to play with. The peep was glad there wasn’t yet another creature to worry about. I was glad to have my needs attended to in a timely manner.

The Naked City has eight million stories and any project in this house does too.

Have a great weekend.

61 thoughts on “Sassy cats – RIP Hector”

  1. I feel rather sorry for poor little Hector, may he Rest In Peace.

    I can’t help but wonder what my furry trio would do if a mouse managed to get in though. I’m not sure they’ve ever seen one before. I’m told by the neighbours that we have a plague of mice in our street, but I’ve never seen one (yet).

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  3. I hate those sticky paper traps! The way the frustrated and panicky little mice look up at you, so human-like, gets to me.

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    • If I have to kill something, I do it humanely. If I needed to kill a mouse, I’d use a trap that snaps the neck immediately, not starve him to death.

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  4. Aw, poor little fellow. We had a mouse and we never figured out how it was coming in. I would catch her and release her (Lucy) further and further away, but she kept coming back. I felt bad, but the last time I caught her, I drove her down the road and released her in a nice wooded area. She finally stayed put. RIP Hector.

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  5. You are much calmer than me when dealing with a mouse … RIP Hector. P.S. – good thing he got some notoriety here considering the recent rash of celebrity deaths – every other day for goodness sake.

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  6. I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again. You are such a fun writer. I love the stories and images you create in my mind. So fun. Thanks for that.

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    • The tiler has left the building (complete with tools). Waiting for the countertop which is supposed to be here before 4 (it’s 2:30 now). Paint prep starts Monday but we also need final electrical, plumbing and floor.

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  16. Aw, poor Hector. I used to call uninvited mouse guests Horace. I came home one night from a disco and saw one toasting his toes on the pilot light of the cooker. Mum found one in her flour bin that same week and it took flying lessons with the bin as a parachute. Dad got some humane poison which turned the mice into creative acrobats before passing away from one pike tuck too many.

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    Oh Gracie, no offense, but glad it happened at your place. Since I can’t kill anything, well…maybe a moth and then I have to repent…my biggest fear is I’ll see a Hector of my own and then I’ll have to make room for him in my closet. Tell Gus he’s a swell guy with a big heart. As far as your other siblings go, sounds as if they wanted to play a game of pool with their paws as cue sticks. Hector seems much better at in that mouse motel in the sky.

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  19. RIP Hector…..running around in circles and giving himself a heart attack apparently was preferable to facing the crowd of cats guarding the bathroom – Hector was no fool. 🙂

    Hugs, Pam

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  21. In NH, there’s a village where the residents pass around a large “Have a Heart” trap for porcupines that take up residence too near a house. I always thought that was cool (probably because I don’t have storage space). I would just like some barn owls to handle the growing rat population so they stop sneaking in the attic.

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  23. I’m sure the cats were disappointed not to have a new friend or an extra meal, but glad Hector is no longer living in your home. RIP Hector.

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