I hate them meeses to pieces!
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Something to bear in mind...
Wedgie Mansions does not have the luxury of a garage (penalty you pay for living in historical splendour), so imagine our joy when we heard the farmer down the road was renting out spacein his barn at very reasonable prices.
Brilliant. Trevor tucked up snug in the nasty weather, handy nearby for when the rain/snow stops. But Trevor weasn't the only one tucked in snug... went to collect him for a weekend of unadulterated pleasure and what do I find...#
Little chewed up bits of carpet and tiny calling cards. MICE! So he's now outside the house, to hell with the weather, armed with poison traps. God knows what damage the little b
s have done, hoping it's not too much - there was no sign of em a couple of weeks ago.
Sop be warned - they could strike anywhere!
Wedgie Mansions does not have the luxury of a garage (penalty you pay for living in historical splendour), so imagine our joy when we heard the farmer down the road was renting out spacein his barn at very reasonable prices.
Brilliant. Trevor tucked up snug in the nasty weather, handy nearby for when the rain/snow stops. But Trevor weasn't the only one tucked in snug... went to collect him for a weekend of unadulterated pleasure and what do I find...#
Little chewed up bits of carpet and tiny calling cards. MICE! So he's now outside the house, to hell with the weather, armed with poison traps. God knows what damage the little b
s have done, hoping it's not too much - there was no sign of em a couple of weeks ago. Sop be warned - they could strike anywhere!
Well versed in the dangers of mice...
Not wishing to teach you to suck eggs, but ensure that the traps are set at the perimeter of the footwell - mice never travel straigh across something, they'll always go round the edges, so don't just slap it in the middle of the footwell. Also worth using rubber gloves to place the traps, since if they smell humans, they'll leave well alone...
Not wishing to teach you to suck eggs, but ensure that the traps are set at the perimeter of the footwell - mice never travel straigh across something, they'll always go round the edges, so don't just slap it in the middle of the footwell. Also worth using rubber gloves to place the traps, since if they smell humans, they'll leave well alone...
We have three highly trained mouse-attack cats. The mouse body count is usually about three a day at this time of year, but can be as high as six.
You'd think that this would guarantee that the Griff2be household is mouse free.
Sadly not.
Due to an unfortunate mix up in the final phases of Mouse Attack training, the cats appear to believe that their job is to scour the surrounding countryside for small furry rodents and arrest them. The cats apprehend the rodents and bring them back to the 'station', via the cat flap for questioning.
Bearing in mind that a dead mouse is no good for interrogation, the cats ensure that most suspects are alive and kicking when they are deposited on the kitchen or dining room floor.
This results in hours of amusement when the humans attempt to catch said suspects and remove them from the premises. After several years of practice, I have now found that the best way of catching a, frankly pretty pissed off by now, mouse, is to trap it with an upturned pint glass and slide a piece of card underneath it. (I can also confirm that you can fit quite a large mole into a pint glass. Shrews are clearly not a problem. A tennis racket is normally required for birds as they need to be 'stunned' before they will go in the glass)
The cats also labour under the mis-apprehension that bonuses are awarded for results. It is therefore vital, in their eyes, that the arrests are immediately brought to the attention of the humans. In real terms this means that the suspects are delivered to the humans, any time of the day or night, with a fanfare of cat-crying and frantic footsteps as the rodents try to take cover and are chased all over again.
Last night they delivered three different rodents to the bedroom floor. One at 12.20am. Another at 1.30am. And the last at 2.30am. I had set the cat flap to 'in only' after the first incident, but the other two cats were still outside at the time and could make further arrests.
Its no fun traipsing out of the house, naked, at 2.30 in the morning, clutching a pint glass containing a mouse...
None in the garage that I have ever seen though.
You'd think that this would guarantee that the Griff2be household is mouse free.
Sadly not.
Due to an unfortunate mix up in the final phases of Mouse Attack training, the cats appear to believe that their job is to scour the surrounding countryside for small furry rodents and arrest them. The cats apprehend the rodents and bring them back to the 'station', via the cat flap for questioning.
Bearing in mind that a dead mouse is no good for interrogation, the cats ensure that most suspects are alive and kicking when they are deposited on the kitchen or dining room floor.
This results in hours of amusement when the humans attempt to catch said suspects and remove them from the premises. After several years of practice, I have now found that the best way of catching a, frankly pretty pissed off by now, mouse, is to trap it with an upturned pint glass and slide a piece of card underneath it. (I can also confirm that you can fit quite a large mole into a pint glass. Shrews are clearly not a problem. A tennis racket is normally required for birds as they need to be 'stunned' before they will go in the glass)
The cats also labour under the mis-apprehension that bonuses are awarded for results. It is therefore vital, in their eyes, that the arrests are immediately brought to the attention of the humans. In real terms this means that the suspects are delivered to the humans, any time of the day or night, with a fanfare of cat-crying and frantic footsteps as the rodents try to take cover and are chased all over again.
Last night they delivered three different rodents to the bedroom floor. One at 12.20am. Another at 1.30am. And the last at 2.30am. I had set the cat flap to 'in only' after the first incident, but the other two cats were still outside at the time and could make further arrests.
Its no fun traipsing out of the house, naked, at 2.30 in the morning, clutching a pint glass containing a mouse...
None in the garage that I have ever seen though.
I have a problem with cats rather than mice, or cat sh*t to be more precise. My nice gravel driveway also doubles as a litter tray for next door's cats (3 of them!). More than once I've stepped in some getting into the car and inadvertently mashed it into the clutch pedal. Also a few years ago a fox ripped the roof material on my S one night.
- thanks for brightening an otherwise down-day 
Yep, the fun of chasing rodents/birds etc in the early hours. It can only be rivaled by the squelch. The one you get at around 7am bleary eyed trying to make the tea with bare feet, the bits they didn't like. Red blobby things. Erch.
Grif2be, fancy excuse for your nocturnal exploits, don't belive you
Grif2be, fancy excuse for your nocturnal exploits, don't belive you
RCA said: Alan You are not griff2be's next door neighbour are you????
>> Edited by RCA on Monday 13th January 14:45
Nah - the potty training for my cats was more successful than the mouse catching. They sh1t in the bark/mulch in my flower beds. Well they did until my neighbour built a horse-riding school - basically a very large sand-pit/cat litter tray....
Doesn't seem to bother the neighbours who keep a sheep (called Larry) and a shetland pony in there all day anyway...
SGirl said: Well, I hope those of you using mousetraps are using the humane ones that catch the little critters alive so that you can pick them up and take them far, far away to a nice field somewhere so that they can go on to lead happy little mousey lives.
Please???
I always drop mine near Griff2be's house.
Ed
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