so i bend down a few minutes ago to clean up what i assume is a hairball, which is... a cat thing, and can't be helped, so i'm cool with that.

 

and then i see that it is not a hairball, though it was formed in the same manner.

 

it was, instead, a reverse peristaltically ejected whole baby mouse.

 

 

eeeeeeeekkkkkk!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

and last night replays itself in my mind....

 

how snuggly and close my little bugsy boy was, all night long... how he slept pressed right up to my back, and wouldn't even move when i turned in my sleep.

 

i thought, every time i woke, oh, my sweet precious bunny boy, he must be cold, or feeling poorly, or needing comfort...

 

but now... i remember the last time he behaved this way - it was last fall, when he had a freshly killed mousie to guard and figured my pillow would be the safest spot in the house.

 

all night long he had slept beside me, treasuring his precious kill like a lion... what a delightful sight i woke to that day...

 

but this day, i did not wake to it. i slept with both of them, the kittie and the deceased mousielet, all night... and then either he, or my darling murphy, swallowed that thing down whole. and hacked it back up.

 

and now i realize that where there is one baby mouse, there are at least 5 more. minimum.

 

and murphy's been hanging out under the bed way more than usual... very quiet and content and off on her own, which neither of my cats ever do...

 

and i know where the nest has to be... or the graveyard.

 

and i pray that it is a graveyard, lord forgive me. because my kitties have an odd habit of making pets of mice, and playing with them for weeks on end... until the mice run away from me, and toward the kitties, because they have that much love for each other...

 

and... i just.... had to type this to try to get it out of my head a bit. after i washed my hands a few dozen times. and replayed the probable dead baby mouse sleepover in my mind a few times.

 

 

 

that is all.

 

 

 

yes, ley, i know this was tl;dr. it's okay, you missed nothing good. nothing good at all.

eeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwww!

double eeeeeewwwwwwww

seriously. eeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!

 

i'm not getting over this quickly.

 

i am tearing apart and sterilizing the bedding.

 

but.... there have to be more baby mousies... there just have to be...

 

and.. and... i kiss those kitties on the mouth....

 

and, and... murphy woke me up this morning by gently nibbling on my finger tips.... then somewhat less gently....

 

and, and, and....

 

eeeeeeeeekkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My sister once found a bunny fetus on the road. So she took it home to her room and tried to raise it. It survived for like 3 days.

ohhhhhhhhhhhhh.... that's so sweet and sad........

 

your whole family is unquenchably lightful.

This story might be another reason to prefer dogs over cats. Although I did have a dog that would catch and bring mice to me. She was proud as a peacock of her catches, keeping the castle safe from the dark one eyes.

ohhhhhhhhhhhhh.... that's so sweet and sad........

 

your whole family is unquenchably lightful.

 

Despite the waterboarding?

i've had many a good ratting shepherd. thankfully, i am rat free at this time.

 

and i am so sorry this had to be one of the first things you saw...

 

but now you have a welcome thread. much nicer, and twice as spammy already

Sorry Cindy, that was just too long.

ohhhhhhhhhhhhh.... that's so sweet and sad........

 

your whole family is unquenchably lightful.

 

Despite the waterboarding?

 

the fact that you were willing to try it just adds to the lightfulness. most people just like to think it's no big deal and remain ignorant. that is cowardly, and you are not.

Sorry Cindy, that was just too long.

 

 

lol, yes, yes it was.

I...

 

tis why I don't have pets at the moment

i'm trying to look on the bright side - it's one less mouse. and i'll be a more careful sleeper for a while.

Wow...

 

 

That thunderflases (ya, I know, there is a shorter word) just kept on going for more than a second...

i've had many a good ratting shepherd. thankfully, i am rat free at this time.

 

and i am so sorry this had to be one of the first things you saw...

 

but now you have a welcome thread. much nicer, and twice as spammy already

MMMMmmm Spam, It is the best thing about Hawaii, well after the weather, the beautiful landscape, the Aloha spirit. Much tastier than poi.

I thought it rained REALLY MUCH on Hawaii...

lol...

 

Listening a song with the name "Eye of the World".

i've had many a good ratting shepherd. thankfully, i am rat free at this time.

 

and i am so sorry this had to be one of the first things you saw...

 

but now you have a welcome thread. much nicer, and twice as spammy already

MMMMmmm Spam, It is the best thing about Hawaii, well after the weather, the beautiful landscape, the Aloha spirit. Much tastier than poi.

 

 

hawaii... oh, how lovely. you really do know yor spam, then.

oh, sweet little bunnies, bugsy's playing with another mouse.... a grown up one... i'm not sleeping again, ever. this is gonna be so yech.

I thought it rained REALLY MUCH on Hawaii...

Sometimes it can be really wet, but most of the time it just rains a little each afternoon. It does the same in Florida in the afternoon. We would lok out and say "oh it must be 3:15 cause it is raining." then "3:25, since it just stopped." then you get some cool rainbows.

Well, at least that is not as bad as the time my old kitty decided it would be fun to rip the back out of the mouse and just leave the rest on the floor. That wasn't pretty. :(

oh, dear.... no, i'm thankful they haven't done that... i never knew they even tried to eat any until this afternoon. they usually just... love them too hard.

oh, dear.... no, i'm thankful they haven't done that... i never knew they even tried to eat any until this afternoon. they usually just... love them too hard.

My mouser dog once played too hard with a neighbor's chicken that had gotten into our backyard. She kept looking at it, then looking at me and I could tell she was thinking "Why doesn't it move anymore? we were having fun." I can still see that puzzled look.

it's a funny look.... shepherds play too hard with everything, too.

 

when i was younger i raised them with a bf, and we also kept a goat one summer. the dogs stared at that poor animal from behind their fence with an intensity... well, they're intense dogs. one day we went to his mom's house for the day, and when we got back, the goat was done. but all the dogs were in the kennel with the gate pushed shut, but unlatched. they had managed to open both u-latches, and knew enough to get back into the kennel and pretend they had no idea what had happened. we couldn't be mad at them. they had to do it. poor goatsy.