Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Ex-mice

Our mice are no more.

When we got home from the awesome tiny trains on Sunday, Trudi remembered that she'd left the box o' mice on the windowsill. When we got home the box was broken on the floor, lid ajar, and there was no sign of the mice at all. Trudi checked everywhere (under furniture, in the heat vent, behind the bookshelf, etc). Not even a foot or tail.

As T said last night, the cats are just like twins - they must have egged each other on. Maybe Minke got up on the windowsill first, to pat the mouse-box, then Selby would have barged up there too and tipped the box onto the floor. Then they would have both jumped in fright, then one would have noticed a mouse moving, and so on.

The poor lil mice were just learning to walk. However, they were also getting very thin. Not sure how much longer they would have survived anyway, but STILL! Must have a chat with the cats about We Do Not Eat Our Co-Pets.

I have been talking to Hazel about We Do Not Whack People Or Animals. She likes to whack things (and people, but not yet animals, thankfully) with the hoop. Also she gets a Whacking Look in her eye when she finds a long stick.

We've told the girls that the mice are dead because the cats ate them, so we won't see the mice any more. I wonder how they have assimilated that information.

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