Cat and Mouse

So I've been pretty sure for a while now that I've been having a mouse visitor. Oddly, I became aware of this because my cat was pretty sure we were having a mouse visitor, only he couldn't get at it. What's odd about it is that mice aren't supposed to come into houses with cats, they're supposed to smell them. This one must have a sinus condition.

Anyway, I've made arrangements for someone to come over and move the refrigerator so I can plug up the hole behind it which is where Smartie and I are both pretty sure is where the mouse gets in here. With a plus being that I'll get the chance to dust the refrigerator coils for the first time since 1979, which may help a little with my electric bill, at least until the dust builds back up again. This is supposedly happening Friday evening.

Meanwhile, though, Smartie has been getting radioiodine shots for the last 8 days over at the Animal Medical Center and so, yes, the cat's away and the mouse will, indeed, play. I heard some noises in the kitchen last night that I kept trying to put down to, oh, the oven is cooling off after I'd used it earlier, or some papers I put in the recycling bin were resettling, but I'm pretty sure it was the mouse I was hearing. This was confirmed for me when I found the little mouse turd on the kitchen windowsill this morning.

So it is with some glee that I found myself thinking a little while ago, "You know, Mouse, you can have your fun now, but you better not get stuck on this side of the wall when we spackle some steel wool into that hole. Because very soon now, my cat will be home...AND HE'LL BE RADIOACTIVE!"

Bwahahahaha!