I know How He Feels
 

Pretty much most days

The way my day is going that could not have been better. Thank you for lifting my spirits and a good laugh.

Daniel, I hope it gets better for you. Good thing about bad days, is that they're usually followed by good days.

Edgar when I read that I had just finished fixing a situation that had gotten out of hand and although a sxs was not used other forceful persuasion was. It was so timely that I am still laughing. I look forward to meeting you at Addieville in April.

I can't imagine why. Do I owe you money?

Not yet

I knew a guy in college who did that very thing. Every night while he was watching TV this mouse would run out and along the wall. Mouse kept avoiding whatever trap he put out, so one night he just sat there with his shotgun cradled across his outstretched legs. No more mouse. I never did know what he did about the damage to the wall or floor, but then again student rental apartments got torn up pretty badly anyway so maybe the landlord never noticed.

One of those days here too

An (unarmed) cat is maybe all you really need.

I know a fellow who had a big, old female cat with him up on the couch when he was watching TV. It was sound asleep when a mouse did exactly what is described: it came out of some opening into the room and ran along the wall.

My friend was impressed with how quickly that cat awoke, leaped to the floor in a flash, ran and grabbed the Mouse and dispatched it. And, he thought it was just an old, slow house cat.

The mouse, as quiet as it likely was, still must have generated a particular sound that triggered something in the cat that it was genetically encoded to be alerted by.

my son is not that fond of cats -

but we have a couple (actually the dogs have pets) cats inside and a few very tame feral cats that live in the outbuilding where I have a shop (insulated kennels in there for them) -

so, my son calls me one day complaining a mouse had chewed through the wires on one of his tools. then he says "how do you keep mice out of your shop?"

insert pause here

then he says "oh, never mind" :smiley7:



PS
if you are a mouse trying to cross the yard- or even the fields - this may be the last thing you see - she is very efficient

:whistle:Milo claims he caught this. We have our doubts.

I don’t recall ever not having at least one cat. Dickens ‘mysteriously ‘ climbed onto the seat of my Land Rover while I was looking at a piece of farm machinery. They said I could have him. $5 oughta be enuf. I told him I’d take him, but I’d never paid cash money for a cat before and wasn’t about to. Honestly. Some farmers. He lived to be just shy of 24 years and was an institution in our home; breaking in many pups and other cats.
I often hear how people don’t like cats because of their personality, or lack of one, but it’s my experience they react to the level of affection they get, and return it many fold.

We've only ever had one, Cisco Kitty, a stray that came around as a tiny kitten. He found our old shed with a gap in the door and moved in. We put out saucers of milk and he'd come out to get it but would run back in if he saw me. Gradually he'd let me get closer and closer until I could put the saucer down and stay. One day I just reached down and petted him and that was it. He'd hunt all day on the abandoned railroad track behind our place; my wife would call him home in the evening and let him in the garage; he never was a house cat. He knew the sound of my old MG and he'd come out to meet me just like a dog. His favorite thing was to get under the deck and stick his paw up though knot holes and play with the kids. He got feline leukemia and we had to put him down. He sure was a cool cat!