Squatter #2 Is On The Prowl

     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.

     Until the next time, keep a hug on. 

 ~ Yaya

We Have Squatters!

     Cats!  Ya' gotta' love 'em.  Here I am, with four beautiful cats; perfectly capable of livin' off the land, so to speak.  Well, there is that one cat who lost her back foot in a mowing accident (lotsa' tractors where I live), so I guess I don't have four WHOLE cats, but they are still capable little critters.  So, how's come I've got so many mice in the house, all of a sudden?

     Oh, sure; I realize that the weather is takin' a turn for the Chilly an' I'm fully aware that mice do not have thick coats to protect 'em from the cold.  Still, this is MY house an' I have NEVER invited mice to visit... much less, LIVE in MY house.  Therefore, I consider 'em to be squatters.  In the old days, or so I've heard, squatters were run off by the land owners.  Okay, minor technicality; we don't own the land.  We rent.  I'm sure, though, that there must be some kinda' renter's clause that allows us to evict squatters.  Anyway, whether there's a clause or not, I'm prepared to do damage to the intruders.  Mice are definitely NOT summa' my favorite people. An' now, it's time to say Goodbye.

     Aha!  One 'uh those intruders has taken the bait.  Haha!  He's outa' here.  Neener, neener.  An' actually, guess what?  I kinda' think he was the only squatter in the place.  There seemed to be evidence that it was the same four-legged dude who was checkin' out the whole house.  I think we've WON!  No more squatters, no more little surprises, no more questions 'bout whether we have the right to evict intruders.  That ol' boy is GONE!  Haha!

     Now, about that herd of cats who shoulda' kept the mouse away.  I think it's time to give 'em the look of, "Let's get with the picture, a'ready.  You're s'posed to be Mousers.  So MOUSE!"

     I think that should take care of it.  I'll keep you posted on the mousing situation.  In the meantime, I'm really glad to know that our biggest scoundrel is outta' commission.  Life is back to... good.  I'm a happy camper.

     Until the next time, keep a hug on.

 ~Yaya