Three days ago, the cat brought in a mouse, dumped it in the middle of the floor, sat back and looked at us as if expecting praise. Mouse made a run for it.
Much searching, hidden well. Cat looks around for a while, then seems to forget.
We had a live trap, a little box with a door, that traps the creature without harm. I trotted off down the road to Toolstation to get two more, and all three were placed around the room.
Night before last, mouse appeared in middle of the floor, sat up, looked around, just to tease I think. By the time I'd got the recliner chair down, mouse had scampered to a corner. Missed again.
Each morning, and frequently during the day, I check the three traps. Mid morning, one has its door shut, and there inside is the mouse - success. I carried it outside and released it into the bushes. Cat had damaged it, as its left rear leg was unused, but at least it has a chance.
Five minutes later, in comes the cat, with another one. (Not the same one, as this one had full use of all legs. This time recliner was not reclined. We have a couple of cardboard tubes, the sort used for posting documents, posters, etc. I grabbed one, and popped it over the mouse. Slid an old envelope under, and again carried it outside for release into the bushes.
The joys of being adopted by a wild animal.
Much searching, hidden well. Cat looks around for a while, then seems to forget.
We had a live trap, a little box with a door, that traps the creature without harm. I trotted off down the road to Toolstation to get two more, and all three were placed around the room.
Night before last, mouse appeared in middle of the floor, sat up, looked around, just to tease I think. By the time I'd got the recliner chair down, mouse had scampered to a corner. Missed again.
Each morning, and frequently during the day, I check the three traps. Mid morning, one has its door shut, and there inside is the mouse - success. I carried it outside and released it into the bushes. Cat had damaged it, as its left rear leg was unused, but at least it has a chance.
Five minutes later, in comes the cat, with another one. (Not the same one, as this one had full use of all legs. This time recliner was not reclined. We have a couple of cardboard tubes, the sort used for posting documents, posters, etc. I grabbed one, and popped it over the mouse. Slid an old envelope under, and again carried it outside for release into the bushes.
The joys of being adopted by a wild animal.