Des souris et des hommes

I now have 17 glorious days off work, and this entry of Le Blog was supposed to be full of the joys of the Easter weekend, one of my favourite times of the year. But, instead, I’m piecing together the splintered shards of my life after discovering that my placid, loving little boy is a murderer. I’m also literally piecing together physical things that the little sod smashed up in the all-night battle with La Souris, including a brand new powder compact and a glass jar of body cream.

Actually, perhaps “both a murderer AND an attempted (serial) murderer” would be more apt; on Wednesday night I was awoken by squeaking, and found that he had dragged another victim to his lair:

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This time Cat Daddy managed to trap Souris Deux in my watch box and set it free in the park. It seems he was right when he told me the other day that La Souris Originale would be “the first of many”. This is not good. And it was most definitely not in the small print when we adopted Louis Catorze (unlike his big brother Luther: “Will bring mice and birds” couldn’t really be any clearer).

I don’t really want to lock Louis Catorze in at night. Nor do I want to shut him out of our bedroom, as he has slept with us on our bed ever since the very first night. But the thought of gross mousey feet on our stuff, not to mention gross mousey bodies expelling gross mousey excretory substances, is awful. Years ago, when we had no money, we lived in a rat-infested hovel with our elderly cat, who was too old to hunt and would just sit and watch the rats run past her; our days of having rodent housemates are over, and we don’t want to go back there again.

My one small hope is that this influx of mice is a temporary spring thing and that, once they’re bigger and older – the ones that Louis Catorze caught were TINY – they will be able to outrun him. Please, please let this be the case.

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7 thoughts on “Des souris et des hommes

  1. Just pray you do t have a family of voles, these are much bigger than nice but smaller than a rat. Our rodent visitors have now ranged from tiny field mice, pigmy shrews and voles!!! Two were alive to run free around the house eventually being caught. One decomposing mouse under the bed found only by the pure stench it was excreting. I feel your pain!!!

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  2. Since mine are house cats I am not gifted with the tradional birds and mice rather mine gift me with the trophies of their spider hunting efforts. Not all of them are totally dead either. Not being a big fan of spiders (we live in brown recluse/ wolf spider/ tarantula land) I appreciate their efforts way more than their love offerings of the results and give thanks regularly that scorpions are not common in the neighborhood where I live.

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