I have a mouse problem. Well, actually its not so much a mouse problem as a cat who catches mice problem.
Last night, hubby and I decided we’d try and go out, leaving Frog with a babysitter. And while we were having Tom yum goon and sirloin (which tasted a bit like wet dog smells), the poor baby sitter was having an interesting time.
Apparently, Frog woke up and not knowing who was here, or where mommy was, screamed for 45minutes. As soon as she was settled again, babysitter was sitting in the lounge, with the doors open. Bobi, my terrifying little hunter, came running up to the step with a mouse in his mouth -you know one of those cute golden, striped field mice. Thinking he would just show it to her (you know how proud some cats are – not Bobi), and that would be it, babysitter left him alone. Except as soon as Bobi thought she was no longer looking, he shot past her with mouse in mouth and ran up the stairs. Babysitter decided to rescue poor mouse before he escaped and ran around the house. She managed to part Bobi from mouse with a broom, but went to pick up the terrified little creature, and the mouse promptly bit her! Hanging from her finger by her teeth, babysitter then shreeked and shook mouse off. She managed to grab him by his tail and ran downstairs and flung him out the door. All the while Bobi was watching the excitement with an amused expression on his face. As the babysitter now thought that was the end, she turned to go wash her hands – when she noticed movement in the swimming pool. Poor little mouse had run in a straight line – straight into the pool. And was now swimming across to the other side. Rescuing him again, by his tail, she flung him into the grass where he scampered off into the night.
Bobi was not impressed that he had lost his dinner, but thankfully left the poor creature alone. And Talia slept through all this commotion…