Mieces in pieces.  Has an interesting ring to it.  So, you have daft catz.  Tell them they'll be eating gruel if this keeps up!  I bet they don't play with string or rubberbands, either.  We have pretty decent mousers, which is why I think they are always fascinated with getting into the pantry, where we have found over the years that mice LOVE Andes Candies - foil and all.  That pantry is also a good source of centipedes, which seem to breed this time of year.  The cats love to chase those around the house because they're so fast and come in pretty colours.

- Pam

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From: John Callan [mailto:[log in to unmask]] 
Sent: Wednesday, October 15, 2003 12:08 PM
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Subject: Catz, Dogz & Mieces


We had a mouse in the house.  Get them catz sayz I.  Make them earn their keep sayz the wife.  Cats can't seem to fathom what all the fuss is about.  Next day I sees the mouse.  I pick up the cat and carry him to the mouse.  The cat sees the mouse.  Cat is not impressed.  Okay, its just a little mouse, but did he have to act like it was a piece of furniture?  I introduce cat to mouse.  Cat sniffs mouse...could have kissed the damn thing...and then walks away!  Okay, that's it, I'll catch the mouse.  Mouse finally gets active and sprints under the TV where I get distracted and forget about the mouse.  I continue to berate the dogs and the cats about the mouse.  They keep looking at me like I'm out of my mind...but harmless.  (I don't mind folks thinking I'm out of my mind, but I don't like being regarded as harmless). Later I come running down the stairs for some now forgotten reason and damn near step on a dark spot at the bottom that turns out to be two tiny mice huddling together.  I grab a towel scoop up the varmints and deposit them out doors...where they will no doubt make another run for the house.  Meanwhile the dog...the big black one with no previous history of being a mouser...shows up gumming a mouse.  Mouse didn't survive.

Pardon me, I'm pissed off at my staff again.  I mean its one thing that they sleep on company time, but mousing is mandatory!  I should dock them all a days pay and cancel their vacations and holidays...and this after Sparky ate someone she shouldn't have and ran up another vet bill!

I gotta go.

-jc

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