And I was left with the body.
You'd think the word would've gotten out by now among the mice in my building that there are two bloodthirsty cats living in my apartment. Unless, of course, that mouse was aware of it and committed suicide by cat.
Either way, ewww.
The mouse situation is one of the many violations in this building that need to be corrected. And, because I was so friendly to the housing inspector, he tacked on a few extra to the report. My landlord is not happy. Boo hoo. Now fix it.
Ohhh, i used to hate cleaning up the mouse leftovers that the cats would leave for me. I hope your landlord fixes the problem QUICKLY.
Posted by: regina | Monday, December 08, 2008 at 11:26 AM
It's like squirrels with my dogs. You'd think there would be some kind of rodent hotline telling them to stay the hell out of this yard, but no.
Ditto for rabbits. Last Thanksgiving we were just sitting down to dinner and the dog walks up to the floor length window beside the dining table and plops down with a freshly rent asunder rabbit. Yum.
Posted by: carlarey | Monday, December 08, 2008 at 12:13 PM
My cat used to lay their butts and guts on my pillow (she always ate the front half). One year, on my birthday, she brought me a rat butt--I kid you not, _on_ my birthday! I suppose I must have been a weird little kid because I was hugely flattered. Despite waking up with a dead rat butt inches from my face. (If my cat was going to give a rat's ass for my birthday, I'm glad it was a dead one, better than still alive and widdling on my pillow.)
Remember this?:
http://www.cdaccess.com/jpg/shared/front/large/eatcatmp.jpg
Posted by: Wendy | Monday, December 08, 2008 at 04:45 PM
My cats used to look at me all, "What?! We just kill 'em! You're the one with the opposable thumbs! Now make with the clean up, you big primate!"
Mice in the winter, waterbugs in the summer. Thank goodness we moved out of that apartment.
Posted by: redheaddread | Wednesday, December 10, 2008 at 03:30 PM