Jiji is going to be just unbearable for a couple of weeks now. He caught himself a mouse. He has taken it into every room with someone in it dropped it, put a foot on it, and proclaimed his hunting prowess loudly. Now he is merely lounging with one foot on the thing and telling us all about it every time he sees one of us. I can just imagine what he is saying. Yes, yes, caught this one in the wilds of Injah yanno. Full on 12 point mouse, put up a dreadful fight...
It is a sort of weird looking mouse. A rather long legged little beastie with an extra long furry tail that has a tuft on the end. Jiji is going to be one cocky cat for some time.
NightMist why yes I am bored to tears, how could you tell?
I just went back to your post about having your modify job done and you said this time next week. Didn't get out the calendar and calculator. What's the schedule? Meanwhile, back to Jiji. You are quite right. And it will be like all the fishing stories we've heard. That mouse will grow in size and ferocity with every telling of the tale. Do lots of praise and ear-rubbing and appreciation. Better dropped at your foot than running up DH's britches leg. Polly
Oh, mighty hunter! We bow before your great prowes!
Giggle. Our two are avid hunters. Remains of two pigeons in the garden this week... I Suspect Cornflake. They bring mice home to show us fairly frequently. And we know whn they have had bunnies, as they leave the back feet, the tail, and the green wobbly bit on the rug beside the garden door.
;)) Praise him for helping keep the rodent population in check. Praise him for bringing it to you to show [don't most jkids bring projects home to show their parents!?] Praise him for keeping it on his territory [not like the cat we had growing up who ceremoniously dropped his freshly killed gopher on my father's breakfast plate!]
G> Jiji is going to be just unbearable for a couple of weeks now.
On Sun, 2 Oct 2011 22:56:14 -0500, NightMist wrote (in article ):
Ah, yes. We've had similar here with the General. Thankfully David has been the one to learn of and dispose of the remains.
Not so thankfully, David pulled back the shower curtain one evening to show me the remains (dangled the thing right in front of my nose) while General sat by declaring his prowess. Not my idea of a relaxing shower!
Our ginger Seamus takes enormous pride in repeatedly catching Ms Recidivista Frogoli (she's the Peron's Tree Frog that lives around our pond). Thankfully, each time Seamus gets the better of Ms Recidivista, she lets out a bellow to wake the dead so that we can rescue her. I
*dread* the day no one hears the poor creature! It would be a tragedy to lose her to a smarty-emu cat!
A while back, our Seamus caught a mouse in the back yard. Now, having kept and bred fancy mice for quite a few years, all the members of our family find it quite hard to catch and kill the poor little wild ones. I'm sure you can imagine...?
Well, when Seamus brought his mouse (still alive) to the door and boasted about it, DH steeled himself and said 'The cat's doing a good job by keeping the wild mice out of the house. Let him have it!' So we did. Later, when I found the poor little dead body, I discovered to my horror that it was a wild Antechinus (marsupial mouse)!!! Aaaarrrrgggghhhh! That would be the *last* thing anyone would want to kill - or let their cat kill, either. The grief!
Seamus' sister, Genny, on the other hand, specialises in cockroaches. That's fine by all of us.
I went back and looked at the date on my post about the surgery. Then out of curiosity I looked at the date on your response to it. The gods of usenet saw fit to give your response a date and time that precedes the date and time of my original post by about 5 minutes, even after taking into account that you are central time and I am eastern. I always knew that Eris was in charge of usenet.
Surgery is on Wednesday. I have to call on Tuesday to get a specific time. Tuesday is also clear fluids only and "clean out" day, so I expect I will be about as brainy as a bobblehead. If I figure out how to use the phone and manage to write the time down properly it will be an accomplishment. I may have to delegate that task.
Today I am going down to the tattoo parlor to have my jewelry swapped. They are only charging me $5 for the non-metallic retainer, and nothing at all to swap out the ring for it. I knew that they were awesome down there, but this kind of deal is well beyond anything I expected. I have priced retainers and non-metallic jewelry and I have never found one this inexpensive anywhere before.
Aren't cats just terrible liars about their hunting prowess? Worse than fisherman even! A cat can make catching a moth sound like they just brought down a rabid lion in deepest darkest Africa. However unless you want to find rodent body parts in your slippers every morning you never ever tease them about it!
And what is it with cats setting up bathtubs as their own private game preserve? I have found up to three live mice in the tub at a go. All of them a little bloody and madly trying to scramble up the porcelain. Mostly the stored mice belong to Missy. Or so she tells us when we get rid of them. Beyond annoyed does not even begin to cover it, she attacks our feet and jumps up trying to reclaim "her" mice. Nothing quite like threading your way to the door holding dead mice over your head while a cat attacks from below.
They probably aren't going to let you bring your computer into the operating room. Nurses get so fussy and militant about rules. Please, NM, designate someone to let us know how you're doing. Not Jiji. Polly
What a brave hunter Jiji is :-). Reno (Black Cat -- RIP) was the hunter in our family. She would routinely bring "friends" home to play
- LOLOL! She would go catch geckos 3 or 4 times a week and bring them home -- STILL ALIVE -- through the pet door. The geckos are the ONLY ones she would eventually kill. Actually, I think they died of fright because we never, ever say anything even remotely resembling blood or "innards". Reno would also bring home darling little desert mice, cactus wrens, swallows (of some sort) and other rodents of unknown origin or species. She even brought home a HUGE dove that was almost as big as she was!!!! Except for one of the little birds, poor DH had to catch the little beasties and release them because we never, ever found any of them dead -- except for the odd, tailless gecko now and again. The one bird I had to catch was virtually impossible to get hold of. What finally happened was that the bird flew into one of the upstairs bedrooms. I then opened the window and took off the screen and closed the door. When I went back about 30 minutes later, the bird had flown away -- thank heavens. The only other critter that Reno brought home that I had to catch (sort of) was a wee little bunny that was as cute as could be. I was laid up with a sprained ankle and using crutches to get around. I was sitting on the sofa watching the telly late one afternoon when I caught a bit of movement out of the corner of my right eye. Of course, when I turned my head to see what was moving, there was nothing there. After the third time this happened, I made sure that my head was positioned so all I had to do was to move my eyes. What do I see but this teensy little bunny creeping out from behind that square ottoman in the corner of the room!!!! I knew Reno(Black Cat) had brought another friend home to play and I also knew I could never catch the cute little thing! I finally waited until the bunny ran behind the ottoman again then I stuffed pillows and towels all round the sides and top to keep the bunny trapped until DH got home. I let DH know he had another Critter Control job awaiting him when he got home and then proceeded to phone around until I found the Rabbit Rescue Lady. By the time she phoned me back, we had the bunny trapped and in one of the cat carriers with a bunch of shredded paper, some water and a bit of grated carrot. The "Bunny lady" told me to just release the little guy anywhere in the area where we knew other bunnies lived because there would be enough food and water available for the little guy. AAAHHHHHH, it was always an adventure with Reno (Black Cat) around LOLOL! CiaoMeow >^;;^<
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I told DH that he just had to because you would come and git him if he didn't. :)
So he has promised to post an update after he has collected himself again from the waiting and the trip up and back and all.
I do think that those stuck in the waiting room often have the rougher end of the stick. I am all Yay! after a few days of discomfort I will be feeling SO much better. He is fretting madly over all the what ifs.
NM, if you know a hypnotherapist, see if you can have him or her be there before you go in to surgery. My sister is trained in that, and gave me a session while I was in pre-op. I was so relaxed, the nurses and drs thought I had had "loopy medicine" [or whatever that little pill is they give you!] And it helped me tremendously with the recovery immediately after plus the next three days.
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