Good morning People! Hope your weekend is off to a great start!
Earlier this week at my house we had a wee mouse problem. Notwen, my male cat caught a mouse and decided to play with it in my office. While he was playing with it, the mouse got loose and ran inside the motor compartment of my treadmill. That’s when the debacle began.
First I had to take the motor cover off the treadmill, hoping all the while the mouse didn’t decide I looked like a better place to hide. Sam meantime is trying to get the mouse for all his little heart would let him. The cats? Sleeping.
I got the cover off the motor and sure enough there was the mouse! It made a run for it with Sam on its long tail!! All over my room!! With me ‘ekking’!! The cats? Sleeping.
I have a small bookcase against one wall and the mouse made a run for it! Sure enough it got under it with Sam close behind him. So there I was, wondering how to get the mouse from under the bookcase without having to unload the many, many books on it! My knee was killing me, my tooth hurt and Sam was going nuts! The cats? Sleeping.
So I had this long metal rod, told Sam to keep a sharp eye out and swept the rod under the bookcase. All the time hoping once again the mouse didn’t decide to run straight to me, because people, me with a bum knee, I wasn’t moving too fast. This was after a rest in my chair drinking some cold water and listening to Sam snuff and sniff under the bookcase. The cats? Sleeping.
So I get down on the floor, groaning and moaning because I’m old and my knee hurt like hell. Sam is standing at the ready and I sweep that metal rod under the bookcase. I at least was smart enough to sweep it to the side away from me. Out comes that long-tailed little rodent as fast as his legs could go! Straight toward the treadmill again! Sam right behind him and this time Sam caught him!! Yea Sam!! The cats? Sleeping.
I yell at Sam to drop it! He drops it and I give it a hard rap with the metal rod. It’s dead. I’m huffing and puffing like I just ran 10 miles. Sam is looking at me like, “Mom can I eat it now??” The cats? Finally woke up and sauntered in for a bored look.
I yell at Sam not to eat the damn mouse! He looks hurt. I grab a bag to sweep the now dead mouse in, hoping it really is dead and not going to get up and run up my leg. The cats? Laying down watching us like we were weird……yawning.
I manage to push the dead mouse into the bag and close the bag, all the while Sam is looking like I stole his favorite chew toy. The cats? Sleeping…..again.
I hobble out to the kitchen, put the bag with the dead mouse in the trash bag, tie close the trash bag and hobble it out to the dumpster. Sam following my every footstep, wanting his new toy back. The cats? SLEEPING!!!!!
So I of course had to make a Sam and Me comic out of it. Enjoy.
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