I don't believe it! There is actually a second squatter in MY house. It's true; we caught the first one, but another has made his presence known. Not for long, though. We will get him/her/it. We will.
Picture it; there's a box in my good hubby-buddy's office. In that box are various memorbilia; treasures, if you will. Among those treasures there is a set of dice, of no particular value, except that I made them for my good hubby-buddy for our last anniversary. They're made of cardstock and have a poem, especially written for him. Like I said, nuthin' special to anyone else; just us. Now, those dice seem to be of particular interest to a certain mouse. Why? I couln't tell ya'. I seriously doubt that the critter wants to pass on my gift to his beloved wife; presuming the mouse is a HE an' supposing that he has a wife, that is. At any rate, he/she/it cannot HAVE that set of dice. So, there!
UPDATE! UPDATE! Good news; the second Squatter has been captured an' removed. Even whilst I've been writing, the critter came out in the open an' tried to capture one 'uh the die (aka, half a set of dice); Right in front of my good hubby-buddy, he did! Now, I ask you, "How smart was that?"
Naturally, my hero was ready for 'im an' the battle was on! BIFF! BOP! SOCK! POW! Next thing ya' know, one ornery mouse was offered to the first cat to appear. Little Orphan Annie, our little orphan cat, was the first to the door an', guess what? She grabbed that mouse an', even though alla' the other cats are twice her size, she din't let anybody take it from her. You go, Annie! Good girl. Now, let's hope we've seen the last of any mice in our house.
I love trying new things. If it looks fun or inspirational or exciting or interesting, I'm anxious to know more about it.
Although I'm new at blogging, I'm certainly finding that it is one of the most intriguing ventures I have ever tried.
I love to create word puzzles and I love being home. If 'Home Is Where I Hang My Hat,' then all I have to do now is find my hat 'cause I know I hung it somewhere around here. A hat and a home; that's all I apparently need to be as happy as a lark. Since I don't know quite what the sound is that a lark makes, then I will just have to whistle a happy, 'Larky' tune.