Mousehunt

So I have two very different but loving cats. First there was Lulu, all white, sweet, but not smart. Then Pixel came along - gorgeous, smart but stubborn.





So on Sunday night Lulu and Pixel were obsessed with my Volvo folder I received with my new car. Sitting on it, sniffing it, and generally loving it!

Knowning that something is suspect I lifted the folder... and a shocked little mouse started me right in the eye.

So after a long chase throughout my 90m2 flat, it crawled under the washing machine.

I gave up.

Coming home last night I suspected a half-chewed mouse on the floor or even worse in my bed. Nothing.

So tonight, Pixel starts chasing something behind the printer. Then the couch, then the printer. Under the couch, behind the printer. And on and on.

Not believing that this scenario is repeating itself, I chased with Pixel. Throughout the flat. Again.

It involved the involuntary re-design of the spare bedroom, the unpacking of my winter clothes and dropping a pair of pants in the filthy ditch outside the window.

Still no luck.

Feeling like a scotch, I sat behind my computer again.

And the action behind the printer started again. This time, Pixel managed to catch the poor creature and carried it to... the spare bedroom.

Saving you the same paragraphs as before, 15 minutes later, Pixel had it in her mouth again and I managed to get her to go out the door.

At last. Success.

Now just dealing with my new hand-washing obsession without having even touched something.

Ugghhh...