Welcome to the Animal Farm
In our house lives two humans, three dogs and one cat. I say today because who knows what tomorrow will bring. Our big dog (Wally) we found as a puppy in the mountains, our Beagle (Maully) and Jack Russel (Bunny) are hand-me-downs from our kids. Our dogs have all chosen us as their permanent masters and we love them but oh lordy some days………….
We did, however, choose our cat. At the time we got her, as a kitten, our 17 year old cat had just died and we needed a mouser. Of course, she could care less if a mouse is in the house or even if it runs right over her but we still love her. Because, of course, cats make you love them whether you want to or not.
With a cat like this, word got around in the mouse community that our house was a safe house. The first mouse to come into our house learned very fast that wasn’t the case. Oh the poor mouse. I’m not sure how the thing got into the house but coming in from work the human male of our pack notices both Maully and Bunny on high alert and not taking their eyes off the corner of the kitchen cabinets. These dogs love dinner time but when called that day, neither one of them were interested in leaving their post. After much coercion the dogs finally went down to eat and the humans got along with their evening.
Settling in for dinner, out of the corner of his eye, the human male sees a grey streak run across the kitchen floor. On the tail of the streak were Maully and Bunny. Outside these two dogs are fast but in the confines of a kitchen all they managed to do was to chase the mouse into the living room right under a chair. Through all this our precious cat is sitting calmly on a chair giving herself a bath. I think for the first time ever our two canine girls thought about working together but all they managed to do was lose track of the running rodent. Meanwhile the mouse is looking for an escape from under the chair and it found it in the fur of our big, hairy Australian Sheppard. Wally just continued to lay there letting the mouse burrow itself deeper into his fur like it was an everyday experience.
With the mouse under the body of the big dog, the girls didn’t know what to do. So they started digging at the carpet hoping to dig their way under Wally and capture the pest. They knew better then to step on Wally but you could tell that they wanted to. And what are the humans during all this? Well the female (that’s me) was curled up on the couch getting as high off the floor as possible and the male wanted to do the same but was looking for something to hit the mouse with in case it got too close. So there we were in our living room, the girls really wanting to capture a mouse, the cat still bathing and the old guy (the Sheppard) just laying there like nothing at all is going on.
Eventually the mouse got tired of the hair, or got tired of the humans not quite so calm comments, and ventured out from under the dog and ran back to the kitchen. The chase was on once again with the girls in hot pursuit of the little grey streak and ending on point for hours waiting and waiting and waiting. In the end we had to trap the mouse and put it back outside. Lesson learned: (1) Cats have their own mind and if you get them to do a job, they most likely will not do that particular job. They may do a job but it will be a job of their choosing: (2) Dogs may want to capture mice but don’t do a very good job of it, and like chasing car tires – what would they do if they caught it: (3) Big lazy dogs with long hair don’t care if a mouse hides in that hair as long as it doesn’t wake him up and: (4) Mouse traps are still the best way to get a mouse out of the house.
We haven’t seen a mouse in this house since proving that mice do talk to each other and although he wasn’t caught by another animal, this particular mouse was not going to chance another adventure in the house again and he told all his friends about his near death. To this day it is a favorite folklore of the mouse world here in the city.