I love Tuesdays. It hasn’t always been like this. Tuesday was my Monday–you know how most people mope around work all day. When you ask them how they are they say, “OK…for a Monday.” Not me, Mondays are fabulous–I just had the weekend as a buffer. I’m fine! Tuesday, however…BLECH. The weekend has worn off and I still have 4…more…days…
But not anymore! Now I work at home every Tuesday. Any day I can work in sweatpants is a super day! Until that peace is shattered by an intruder.
NIMBY indeed! How about Not Under My Entertainment Center! My backyard is where he SHOULD be!
I was getting ready for my conference call and saw a scurrying across the fire place…to the speaker…then under the entertainment center. I thought about putting out poison, but even I know that isn’t good parenting. Not to mention dangerous for the pets. I can’t stand the thought of traps. Besides I don’t know if we have any, and I was not going to leave the intruder lurking in my home while I went to the store. What if it went and shat on my pillow? Or my TOOTHBRUSH!? I knew I was on my own.
Luckily I had the Red Hot Chili Peppers to back me up. I trapped the mouse in a large Tupperware bowl and slammed the Chili Pepper’s “By the Way” album on top. Stuart Little freaked out and scrambled to get up the curve of the plastic bowl while I tried to unlock the front door while keeping the album on top. My heart felt like it would hammer out of my chest. Once I got outside I flung Stuart across the front yard and ran back inside as fast as I could with Maggie on my heels.
Don’t we have cats, you ask? Aren’t cats supposed to hunt mice, you ask? HELL YEAH! Let’s take a look back and see exactly what the cats were doing when the proverbial call was coming from inside the house…
Sleeping beauty Barton. Glad HE is relaxing and dreaming.
Snoozy Bluesy sleep on the job.
I sent Paul the intruder’s mug shot and emailed him that we will no longer be feeding our lazy ass cats. Perhaps if they had to WORK for the food by HUNTING we won’t be assaulted by Mickey and his mouse club anymore. Until then, Paul and I are planning to use our fat bonuses on mouse traps and cheese.
Tags: Cats, Home Improvement, Humor, Susan