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The Great Mouse Hunt of 2012

So remember that time I found my cat playing with a mouse in my room?  Yeah, me too.  Well, I had just finally started to recover and sleep soundly in my bedroom almost two weeks later, and it happened again.  Except this time it was worse.  Here’s where I wish I was skilled in the art of MS Paint, because illustrations would be much more hilarious, but I’ll do my best to explain in writing.

It was about 11:30 pm and I was laying in bed reading, when in strolls Pumpkin all proud of herself with a MF mouse in her MOUTH.  Why she felt the need to bring it upstairs to me, I do not know, but then SHE LET IT GO!  I have never seen something move so quickly in my life.  That damn mouse bolted behind my suitcase that was leaning against the wall, where it stayed while Pumpkin tried to get at it.  At this point I am standing on the middle of my bed, freaking the eff out, trying to figure out what to do.  The mouse must have seen an opening, because all of a sudden it was scurrying across my bedroom floor in the direction of my closet, while Pumpkin was still sniffing around the suitcase.

I tried to move some things around in the closet to see if I could find the mouse, but it’s packed pretty full in there and I was not moving from my perch in the center of the bed. I took some of the larger suitcases out, banged around a bit, hoping to scare it out of its hiding place, and then had a complete and utter meltdown.  I just started sobbing.  I called Darren, who was no help at all, and just told me to find it and kill it or shut up about it.  In between heaves I just kept repeating, “I can’t find ittttt.”  He kept saying something about me being a grown woman and to just handle it, but I couldn’t really hear him through my sobs. Then he hung up on me and went to bed.

I knew I’d never be able to sleep in my room that night, not with mouse hunt 2012 taking place, so I crawled into my roommates bed with her.  She was sound asleep, and initially very confused, but more than willing to give me refuge.  Throughout the night I could still hear Pumpkin stalking and chasing the mouse, so I just hoped the situation would be taken care of when I woke up (not that I really slept well at all).

I went into my room this morning and saw no mouse body, or evidence of a mouse murder, but Pumpkin was also nowhere to be seen.  I slowly made my way downstairs, where I saw her laying on the living room floor, staring at the couch.  When she saw me, she got up and moved towards the couch and started meowing at it, and trying to get at something under it.  I moved the couch back, and there it was, a dead mouse.  I’m choosing to believe that dead mouse, is the same mouse that was living in my closet hours earlier.  The alternative is too horrifying to imagine.

So,  yup, we have mice.  My guess would be they live under our stove or kitchen sink somewhere, because I’ll often catch Pumpkin sitting in the dark kitchen staring intently in that direction.  I will be buying traps this afternoon and placing them throughout the house.  Anyone have recommendations of good ones?  I refuse to use those snappy ones that sometimes do not kill the mouse, just injure it.  So terrible.  I’m probably traumatized for life.  I have no problems with Pumpkin hunting down the mice in the house, but can’t she keep them downstairs?  I don’t need to see what she’s caught.

Spoiled Rotten

I made it to lunch time spin class yesterday, and it felt great! Ok, it actually felt horrible, but the good horrible.  My legs and lungs were burning (lungs was probably a combo of being out of cardio shape and the crap residing in my bronchial tubes) and the 45 minute sweat fest was just what I needed.  However, after almost a year without a spin class in my life, certain lady parts are feeling it today. Wah.

The rest of the work day was rather uneventful and I managed to convince myself to hit the grocery store at the end of the day so I could stop spending $10 on cafeteria lunches.  The grocery store at 5:30 on weeknights always has the potential to send me into a murderous rage, but people must have been home drinking away their Tuesday sorrows because it was surprisingly empty.  I stocked up on meal supplies for the rest of the week, and even managed to avoid buying any wine!  I’m trying to hop back on the “no drinking during the week” bandwagon. It’s really difficult when the alcohol is sold in your grocery store.

When I finally got home I was greeted with two giant packages sitting on my front porch, unfortunately neither were for me.  Pumpkin however, did get a special delivery.  She’s on the verge of becoming one of the world’s most spoiled pets.  A $50 drinking fountain with filtered water?  You better like it, cat.

Oh, she also was upgraded to Fancy Feast food, and at $.75 a can she better enjoy it.  Oh the things we do for our animals.  Dinner for me last night was one of my favorites, and surprisingly something I don’t think I’ve made since living in VA.  Actually, I’m pretty positive I haven’t made it because I did not have a bottle of Marsala cooking wine in my pantry.  Chicken Marsala with a side of Broccoli Au Gratin Rice.  That shit is good, cheesy broccoli rice, yum.  Then I went to bed at 9:50 because I am sick, and tired, and old.

Happy Wednesday kids, today was deadline on our house offer so we should hear something back!  The listing agent told our agent we were the only offer (probably because they are messy slobs) so hopefully they are willing to negotiate their price (which was absurd anyway) and work with us! Later gators!

No Good, Horrible, Very Bad Day

My vet called to let me know that Pumpkin’s blood work came back and things were not good.

She’s not in kidney failure yet, but it’s close, and we really need to do a lot to turn things around.  Pumpkin gets to go on a special kidney diet food, and I need to figure out how to get her to drink more water.  A suggestion was to mix tuna juice with water, and freeze it in cubes to give her.  I shed a few tears at my desk yesterday afternoon and then just couldn’t wait to get out of there.  We just got back from another trip to the vet where she had a urine sample taken, and the results of that will give us more of an indication of how bad her condition is.

Days like yesterday only help to point out how sucky it is to be in a LDR.  All I wanted at the end of the day was to be able to come home and stumble into a hug and be able to sob openly, but that’s not possible when your love lives 13 hours away.  Instead I settled for meeting my roommates out for half price burgers and $2 beers, and it helped to cheer me up some.

I’m working from home today so that I could take Pumpkin to the vet again, and so far she seems to like the special food.  She ate more of it than anything else I’ve tried to give her lately so I guess that’s good.  She’s only 8, and still so playful, I hope we can figure out how to get her better so she can be around for many more years.  She’s my baby!

boo boo!