At this point in my life I have become what many like to call a weekend warrior. Working for the weekend is pretty much my thing now. I love to go out, stay out late and yes I do like to drink. One of my favorite things to do the morning after engaging in one of these late nights, is to stay in my pajamas, make a pot of coffee, tidy up the apartment making it oh so cozy, make some breakfast, and see what awesome 80's movies might be offered on television that day. On this particular day I believe it was a Saturday, I was all tucked into the couch with some coffee and the classic 1980's movie THE WIZARD starring Fred Savage. I couldn't have been more relaxed. That's when I heard it. It came from the kitchen cupboard. The one above the sink. I then noticed that one of the cats had jumped up onto the counter and was starting to go bananas. There was no mistaking it. There was a mouse in the cupboard. In the early afternoon no less! I put down my coffee and got up to get a closer look. Yep, it was in there all right. I could hear him scratch scratch scracthing at my cupboard door. He also seemed to be running back and forth between the three cupboards. Eeeek, I started to get pretty freaked out now. I considered opening the cupboard door, that would surely frighten the little guy away. but that's when I thought...what if it's not a little mouse, but a great big giant rat!? If I opened the cupboard door he was surely to jump on my face and try to eat my eyes right out of their sockets. I started to panic a little and got out the broomstick and started banging away at the cupboard doors. This only seemed to make the little bugger angry. Now I could actually hear him crunching through the cereal boxes and eating all of my Cinnamon Toast Crunch! I ran into the hallway and saw the man who always hangs out on my front stoop. He speaks no english whatsoever but I motioned for him to please come inside. Help, help I have a mouse! He came inside opened up all the cupboard doors, shook some of the boxes around and just like that, it was quiet and mouseless once again. He left me standing on the tabletop gripping my broomstick, and looked at me like I was crazy.
That was a few weeks ago and since then there has been no evidence of any rodents. This morning however I walked into the kitchen and low and behold, the tinest teeniest dead mouse you've ever seen. Lying right there next to the cat food dish. I didn't freak out or scream at all. I much prefer a dead mouse on my kitchen floor to a live one eating my cereal while I listen.
Good Kitty!
