Sassy cats – The warpath

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Gracie dreaming of rotisserie chicken

Gracie here. It’s not been a good start to the day.

Let’s start with what Gus did. Gus hollers loudly when he plays with his toys. Any toy. It sounds like he’s dying. The peep doesn’t know if he considers the toy prey or a friend. Early this morning she found out. At 4 a.m. Gus was screaming. The peep jumped out of bed (jumped is a stretch, it was more a old person meander) and went to see what the fuss was about (secretly hoping he wasn’t having a urinary obstruction). He had a dead mouse. A real dead mouse.

Gus: I deaded the mouse. Where’s my treat?

Normally Morgan is the mouser, but it appears she has retired and is on pension. She was sleeping on the sofa about four feet away and was not getting into it at all. We’re not sure where Sasha was. I am not a mouser. Sometimes I’m a watcher but not at 4 a.m. A girl has to have her standards! The peep had to pick up the mouse and put it outside until she could give it a proper burial in the wooded area. Gus was sad that his feat didn’t come with treats but the peep went back to bed.

When she got up, she came to see where I was. I was sitting on her keyboard. There were a bunch of screens open on her computer. One was asking her to sign in to something she was not familiar with. She was not happy. When she tried to get rid of everything, the keyboard didn’t work. Then the mouse didn’t work. She changed batteries screaming “Goldfish, goldfish!” *

It turns out that the batteries in the keyboard were dead (probably from me sitting on it for hours) and in fussing around (she blames me for this) the mouse was turned off.

She’s not sure if I was on the Chewy site picking out stuff but if I did, there will be packages in two days.

She has settled back down. There is talk of a rotisserie chicken run. I have to nap so I can be super pesty when she brings that home. I climb her legs like she’s Mount Everest!

Have a great weekend.

*Goldfish is the word the peep uses to remind us that in her next life she will have goldfish instead of cats. Goldfish do not sit on keyboards or gift dead mice.

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  3. Well Gracie – Gus and the gang (you are exempt) had better polish their mousing skills since things happen in threes and this is the second mouse in a month to get inside. You can just do a few stretches so you’re ready to grab some rotisserie chicken.

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    Dear YIKES! A real mouse would toss me over the edge. But will say, I’m happy about Morgan’s pension since, cats do work hard, as you know.

    Your Peep is very generous. She might have to bribe Gus though to shut up before he’s of retirement age. Maybe she’ll break down and haul out that rotisserie chicken you like so much. Then you and Gus can broker a deal. You’re a business woman down to your paws so, my money along with Gus’s, is on you.

    GOLDFISH GOLDFISH. Who’s she kidding. Though at times she may like to, you can’t flush a cat.

    See ya next week Gracie.

    Susannah

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  8. Gracie, I feel sorry for the Peeps. I wouldn’t want to wake up to a surprise like that. I had a cat, Teddy who hollered at his toys, but not a real mouse. I hope things calm down over the weekend. Enjoy your chicken.

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  12. Gracie, that is some news today! ♫ Love to eat those mousies ♪… but they never eat them. Our cats would not have known what to do with a mouse. Rotisserie chicken sounds gourmet delicious to me! Gracie, the Lady Peep has to be feeling a spring in her step over the fact that she is FREE from contractors and all the ick that surrounds them! She needs to kick back and enjoy the peace and quiet… no mousies—dead or alive.

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  13. Fortunately Teddy has never found a mouse inside or outside to “enjoy” in one way or another but he is a pretty darn good skink chaser. He doesn’t eat them (fortunately). I imagine he wouldn’t let me know if he DID find a mouse in the house though. He’s sneaky. He’d hide it somewhere (hopefully not under my pillow) until it reeked and I’d have to find it following my nose. Yuck. I bet that mouse sneaked in on the last day your worker bees were packing it up and making a thousand trips out to their trucks. Yay for Gus!

    Hugs, Pam and Teddy the Skink Catcher

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    • There is some chatter locally that maybe Gus didn’t do the kill. Morgan is usually the one but we’ll never know. She was skittish all night. I kinda thought there was a mouse somewhere, just not in the family room.

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  15. No human wants to wake up to a mouse, alive or dead. Especially not at 4 AM. Although I will make an exception for the damned rat that is evading traps in the attic and gnawing at something. Might have to send out cat up for a look.

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    • I’m surprised you haven’t already! Our cats were ready and willing when Hector was in the bathroom but the construction area was blocked off from them. Too much dirt. That’s what probably killed Hector.

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        • That’s exactly why the cats weren’t allowed in the bedroom and every day after they left I vacuumed the area through the house that they walked. We have blown insulation and they had to open the ceiling over the shower. What a mess.

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  20. Oh my. I would not be amused to be awakened at 4 am with screaming and a dead mouse. It is bad enough, in our place, to wake in the wee hours to a dog throwing up, which they do often enough. Carly eats everything she finds outside and is more than happy to vomit it around 2 am. I hope your day gets easier.

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