January 26th, 2008
|05:33 pm - A game of cat and mouse|
Infinity has fallen asleep staring into the aquarium. There, finally awake and moving, is the mouse she caught this morning. Since our incident with the Chocolate Mouse (hereinafter referred to as "Godiva"), we have been dealing with the second generation. Yes, that's right: Godiva had some pups. Between myself and three cats, we have caught a total of six mice since January 10th.
There are two generations of mice that we're aware of. The first was Godiva and her mate (who we later discovered ate only Ramen Noodles: he is herinafter referred to as "SpicePack"). The second was their kids.
Godiva and SpicePack had at least five kids: I'm currently listening at the walls to ensure that there aren't any more skulking between the drywall. I found one dead (played with and slobbered on to death) in the living room, and watched Alexander kill another one (they're still small enough to be bite-sized). I caught two more live, and spent about a week and a half listening to the mice still left as they continued nesting.
I caught another mouse a couple of days ago: another of the pups. Then, after a few days of tracking and catching glimpses of SpicePack, I was sitting in the basement trying to fix my computer (separate entry for that), and I heard a meow and a couple of squeaks.
Infinity had a mouse. It was SpicePack.
She didn't want to let SpicePack go, but after chasing her through the house (and then chasing the mouse through the house once I got her to let go and she dropped him), I had him in a jar and was checking him to see if I needed to kill him myself or not.
It was hard to tell: he was very wet, playing dead, and barely breathing. After a careful examination, though, I determined that his injuries were remarkably light, and put him in the aquarium with one of his pups, pending a nice day to let them both go.
I have thought we were out of mice before, and been wrong. With six mice caught in the past two weeks, I'm hoping we're back down to zero. Despite that, I'm unsure.
We shall wait and see.
For those wondering, Hudson is almost 2 years old. She'll be 2 on May 1.
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Your mouse saga is highly entertaining.
Did I miss something? Who/what is Hudson?
When I came back from Desert Magic two years ago, I found Hudson, a mouse, in the Chicago Midway airport. I brought her home on the plane and she's lived with me ever since :)
Oh this reminds me, I was going to share this story when you first brough up Godiva. I was sealing a crack in my foundation this fall and saw something furry and brown out through the crack and starting freaking thinking their were mouses already coming through... but it didn't move.
When I went outside a neighborhood cat had caught and killed a mouse and left it right there outside the crack.. as if to tell me.. "Hey get that fixed already!" I have been in love with the half wild neighborhood cats ever since.
I was sealing a crack. . .
I read this last night, and read it without any trouble. When I came back to comment on it, I read that as "I was selling crack. . ."
Anyway, that's a good story (either way it's read, I guess, but it makes more sense the way you actually wrote it) :)
We feed the cats on a regular basis. Letting the mice out in the back yard might not be the optimal solution for them, as a result, but it's obvious that it's just as dangerous inside as it is outside, cat-wise. . .
Hudson? Is that an Aliens reference?
No, but the only way to be sure that there are no more mice might be to nuke the site from orbit. I hear another skittering in the ceiling, I think.
But it's a reference to where I found her. I was in the Hudson Euro Cafe in Midway, and so that's what I called her. Maybe I should write out the entire story, since there's clearly interest in how I came across her and took her in :)
I've actually never seen any of the movies in the Alien series.
I am a bad person. :)
Mice are amazing animals. They learn quickly and can out think a lot of other animals. However, the cat and mouse are in a predator/prey dynamic. The predator makes the mouse learn more defense skills. The prey makes the cat learn more offense skills. Think of them as football team. They play off each other. The result is a balance.
Does this answer the mouse problem - it may be more complex than one smart cat.
Indeed, it's clear to me that Infinity was trying to keep the mouse alive so she could play with it. Alexander, on the other hand, was all about eating the ones he caught.
(as I said, "bite-sized"!)
I'm sure we'll have a couple more posts about this before all is said and done :)
Please, continue to enjoy them!
Cool, Hudson and I share a birthday.