I opened the door to my kitchen in the dark when I got home this morning. The light switch is annoyingly placed across the room, so I have to walk through the kitchen in the dim light from the outside fixture in order to see. I could just see the forms of four catnip mice on the kitchen floor. I’ve been pleased recently that they’re playing so much with the mice, throwing them all over the house.
I flipped the kitchen light on.
Three catnip mice were on the floor. And one mouse with beady red glaring dead eyes, stopped in death and probably terror.
Ew. Ew ew ew. We had just been talking at work about how mice can die of fear, and this one wasn’t mangled or eaten (weird, but thank god), just frozen on the floor.
What I hate is that foot nudge you have to do. Will it move? Sure its eyes are open, but is it playing possum? When I use the toilet paper (WILL I NEVER REMEMBER TO BUY PAPER TOWELS?) to pick it up by its tail, will it wake up and double up on itself to bite me viciously in the wrist? Of course it won’t. In rigor mortis, there’s a pretty good chance it’s permanently dead. But the fear is there.
It’s the first mouse. Hopefully the last mouse. Cats are good for lots of things, this being one of their best features. But ew.
Threw it out. Ew. Ew ew ew. Took out the trash. Then Digit, in his excitement, threw up all over the kitchen floor (not on the rug, yay!). WILL I NEVER REMEMBER TO BUY PAPER TOWELS?? Toilet-damn-paper SO doesn’t work the same way.
But the kits were nice and warm to sleep with today. There’s that.
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