Cat and Mouse

Ok, so, picture this.

It’s 2:58am. The cat is running around my bed like a lunatic on acid. I switch the bedside lamp on to see what’s rattled her.

It’s quite normal for her to run frantically through my flat and out the backdoor (which is in my bedroom), but not to be running around the bed sniffing like a cat possessed.

I can’t see anything obviously wrong, and guessing she’s probably chasing a spider or flies, I turn over and go back to sleep.

Wigs when she’s not acting like a lunatic

It’s now 9a.m. I’m already running slightly late, but enjoying a nice refreshing shower after my 3am disturbance.

No, wait. Whats that I hear?

My boyfriend is shouting at me to get out the shower. NOW! I jump out the shower, shower cap still on, and run to my bedroom. Naked.

My boyfriend appears to have barricaded himself in. I push the door open and I find him naked (with the exception of his socks!) waving my white wicker waste paper basket above his head!

He screams at me to jump on the bed! I hesitate, I don’t want to argue, but I’m frozen to the spot as he shouts “I found what your cat was looking for last night“.

Still hoping it’s ‘just’ a spider (even though I hate them and do a stupid manic dance, limbs flying everywhere whenever I see one), I shout “what?”.

He moves slightly and out the corner of my eye I see the little bugger scamper across the room. It’s most definitely not a spider! It’s a bloody mouse!

I jump onto the bed quicker than you can say mouse!

Wigs – giving me that butter wouldn’t melt look!

I quickly gained some composure, reached for some clothes and went to collect some boxes from around my flat so we could use them in our attempts to capture the bloody thing.

My boyfriend was mortified that he had found the mouse hiding in his clothes…which he’d left on the floor (that will teach him!), but managed to find some clothes which hadn’t been ‘moused’ on.

Now, I only have a small room (at absolute max it’s 12ft by 12ft, but I have steps leading into my room from the hallway as well as out of the backdoor. We managed to block the bedroom door so little mousey couldn’t escape into the hallway, but the backdoor step is far too big for the little thing to escape that way. We were going to have to corner it, get it in a box and then do something with it.

Your probably also wondering at this point where Wigs has disappeared to…with it being a lovely warm morning, she’s just outside chilling, looking really pleased with herself while we sweat our bits off trying to capture her ‘present’ to us!

It’s funny how different people react to situations too. What ensued next was pure team work. Both of us went into totally different modes to begin with to try to capture the mouse.

My boyfriend, who’s normally pretty good at thinking things through, went into reactive and impulsive mode. He almost seemed excitable, although i suspect it was simply adrenaline. Normally that would be me. When my adrenaline gets going, I almost turn into a hyperactive fruitcake. but for some reason this time I turned into Miss Logical. I took a step back and considered our issues which were:

  1. Fast, small mousey
  2. Small room
  3. Lot’s of furniture for mousey to hide under

So I suggested we moved some of the furniture onto the terrace. We turned the bed onto its side so mousey couldn’t escape under there, and eventually left it with nowhere to hide.

Then it was just a case of cornering it and getting it into one of the boxes and disposing of it.

Low and behold, within minutes, we had mousey trapped, in a box, being thrown out onto the terrace (along with the box!), knocking the heads off my plants on its way out of my flat.

God only knows what happened to the little creature. Thankfully I haven’t seen it since, although I’m not so sure we’ll be sleeping with the backdoor open for a while!

It wasn’t quite the start to the day we had planned, but a) my boyfriend was quite impressed I didn’t scream when I saw the mouse and b) yet again, we showed that we really are a bloody good team 😀


13 Comments Add yours

  1. Geri Lawhon says:

    Definitely a humorous post. I guess you will not try to second guess the cat anymore. Thanks for posting it.

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  2. Swinged Cat says:

    Hilarious. Just the thought of you in nothing but a shower cap and your boyfriend in his socks. That poor mouse was probably wondering what all the naked fuss was about!

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    1. I almost wanted to be a fly on the wall watching it all unfold 😂

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      1. Swinged Cat says:

        That would be quite the show, lol!

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  3. What? You THINK you had a rough start to your day? Imagine the mouse’s. And he was already naked while being chased.

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    1. 😂😂😂 fair point! I still can’t believe the look on my cats face while we were chasing the mouse 😂🙈 she looked smug as anything!

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  4. Oh my gosh I could imagine this. But good cat, beautiful too. Wigs is such a cute name hahah —- amor

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    1. Haha yeah she is beautiful, so gets away with being naughty at times 😀

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  5. Pamela Greaves says:

    Haha funny reading and could picture it all beautifully xx

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    1. Thank you ☺️ we weren’t laughing at the time, but couldn’t help but see the funny side of it afterwards 😂


  6. That’s awesome job you 😂😂

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    1. Honestly, if you had seen us chasing after it, you would’ve been in tears laughing at us 🙈


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