Question of a technical nature

Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, my repairmen, were out
yesterday and left the doors to the back of the house wide
open for about 4 hours. Well, since we had a cold snap, one
little critter took this as an open invitation for a home, and since we
probably disturbed his old home with all of the activities, it assumed
we must have been taking in boarders, so he obliged. He was
last seen under Bill's sink, and it appears to have been one of those little
kangaroo looking things from the glance I got.

More naked hunting adventures, but this was indoor in nature, so
I guess that was ok...until the kitten took the opportunity to brush up
against a still body, which just happened to be at her level,
at just about the time the wild thing in the house took its move. :)
Kind of tough to watch that many details at one time, ya know? ;>

I think the potatoe cannon approach would be a little
severe on the little guy... ;) Carlene

How about cherry tomatoes, or grapes?
Have to change the barrel size on the spudzooka for those though!
How small do they make pvc pipe?

gee, carlene, do you want to borrow pistol (our gray and white tabby -
actually acquired after our visit to st. loo). both yesterday morning
and today there was a dead mouse lieing on the "welcome" mat outside of
our slider into the back yard - just what you want to wake up to. we
know pistol is the hunter because rambo was inside both nights.

Tiger would be impressed...2 gray and white tabbies around...
no thanks. both yesterday morning and today there was a dead
mouse lieing on the "welcome" mat outside of our slider into the
back yard - just what you want to wake up to.

Which would you prefer?

The dead things of choice on my doorstep have
been birds: chickens, when Ransom retreived the bodies from
wherever the wild things left them in the woods, or Tiger
and his feathered feasts of whoever was unlucky enough to
fly too close. (We should have named him Mufasa, instead)
I would like a dead mouse...it is the live ones that really
bother me. :)

I once heard an amusing story (and I regret to say, probably
true) story of an individual who lived in one of those "tin can"
trailers, and responded to mouse incursions by laying down a liberal
fire with his .22 pistol. The fact is that the individual was overfond
of spirits, and was not a particularly good shot when sober, so his
trailer tended to get a bit drafty. I would recommend against any size
"zooka". Maybe something closer to a straw and some toothpicks.

oh, well. good luck and good hunting.

Our yorkie did the possum thing.
Cornered them under the neighbor's back steps all the time.

Thanks, Friend. :) For the chuckle, too. ;) Carlene

Its a pity your kitten isn't older. It would, at the least, be
fun to watch. I had a similar denizen turn up briefly. Its hard to
say what finally got rid of it, but it does seem to be gone now. I
don't know if it died of exposure or starvation. ;) But it was
certainly alarming the night we came into the house and caught it by
surprise when we flipped on the light. It was alive, it was furry, and
it was moving in a blur of speed across my linoleum! Its a wierd
feeling seeing such a thing. Field-mice spotted while hiking, fine.
Cute little guys sleeping in a pile in the pet-store cages, fine.
Intrepid scout casing the joint for its ravenous relatives, looming
like a Mongol Horde poised to strike, not so fine. Its CREEEEEPY.
As if thats not bad enough, wherever they go they leave these little
insults spelled out in morse code using mouse poopies.