Thank you to everyone who sent a ton of love on Friday for my cat quilt, Sheba. After what happened later that afternoon, I'm almost inclined to love her more than my own cat, Winston!
Just look at the picture below - got a guess as to what happened?
Yes, that was totally me. I was the epitome of the frantic woman chasing a rat with a broom!
Granted, Winston was doing what cats do - hunt. He caught a little rat, then played with it for a bit.
In the picture, the rat looks like a goner. I went inside to get a bag to put it in, only to come back to see it escaping to nearby bushes. Then Winston was on the hunt again!
Not thinking he'd find it, I busied myself sweeping up the bird seed that was the initial rat attraction. And lo and behold - he caught it a second time!
And here's my mistake - I had left the screen door slightly open. Winston promptly headed into the house to proudly show me what he had - NOOOO!!!!
Why, oh why do cats do this?
Then started the frantic broom chasing which only succeeded in scaring that little vermin behind the TV console.
Now what? Winston was no help, because for him, it was 'out of sight, out of mind'.
I texted hubby.
"Coming home soon? I need help getting a mouse out of the house!!"
His reply -
" Oh geez, the cats are worthless, eh?"
I briefly told him the story.
His reply,
"Wonderful... tell him to carry it back out"
I wish it was that easy!!!
My plan was to steer the little critter out from behind the console, but I needed to direct him to the outside. A few pillows, bed trays, plus a few quilts (what a way to use them!) would hopefully send him on his way. Risky, cause he could have climbed over everything!
The picture above was actually taken after the flush. He came out from behind the console like I wanted, but climbed into an unbeknownst-to-me hole in the back of the speaker box, the part circled in the photo below. Geez!
Now I'm stuck, waiting on him and hubby, all the while trying to calm down from a very high adrenaline rush.
Thankfully, hubby was home within 20 minutes, and thought it great that the pest was trapped in the speaker box. After unplugging and carrying the heavy thing outside, he unscrewed the back panel. We finally found the little offender curled up in batting, way up inside the box. With a few shakes, he was out, scampering away into the bushes again.
But this time, Winston was inside. I told him I'd had enough of his antics for awhile! I know he's proud, but for the rest of the weekend I had more fond thoughts for my cats that don't cause such trouble.
Yes, I still love him, giving him his tummy rubs and such, but I'm keeping a tighter reign on that screen door!
Happy Quilting!
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