Bird follow up, and a mouse
I got the bird that was trapped in our ventilation system. I opened up an access hole (in the basement) to where you clean up ashes dumped from the fire place on the first floor and standing right there was a blue jay. I grabbed him, with gloves on of course, before he could run away. I brought him upstairs and we are having blue jay wings as an appetizer tonight.
On a separate but related story, a couple of years ago we got Finley the cat because mice would come into our house during the winter. We live near a field, a stream and some woods, and we had mice. Not fun. But once we got Finley, no more mice. Amazing. Then about 9 months ago we got a second cat, Orla, to keep Finley company. Again, no mice. The word got out about our feline gang. But earlier today when I went into the basement to do something, I saw Orla run away with something in her mouth. I pursued and I saw Orlo and Finley standing over a tiny mouse, the little rodent shivering with fear. The cats were playing with it, hopefully putting a scare into it that would send a message throughout the neighborhood not to (expletive deleted) with the Dobrindt house. That mice are definitely NOT welcome and our two cats mean business. What dumb-ass mouse would enter a home with not one but TWO cats anyway? The kind of mouse that deserves an unpleasant end to its pathetic and meaningless life, that’s who. And trust me, we have two very bored cats, who are looking for some real action, not the nonsense toys and balls of string they get on a normal basis. I took the mouse outside and let me just say that it won’t be entering any more homes, at least not in this life time.
For any animal rights activists, if you want to come over and clean my house daily of mice crap, then I’ll let them live. Until then, good old Spencer’s rule applies in my hood.
Dave out.