Return of the Zombie Mouse!!1!!!11!!
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hellisonYep, they did it AGAIN.
This morning the cats - including Cat Who Is Not My Cat - were all sniffing round behind one of the chairs, but as I was late for work (as usual) I just fired him out, fed the others and left.
This evening, after bringing ziggy in and stopping via the chippy, I notice Lana poking around the hoover, and that she's dragged a top off the heater onto the floor beside it, a sure sign she's hiding something. Could be that she's thown up (not sure why she hides that, perhaps so I won't notice), but why sniff around? I decide not to deal til AFTER I've eaten and changed.
Eventually I get up the courage and lift the top and sure enough, there is teh leetle vermin, legs pointed skywards. So I grab the Dustpan and Brush of Removal and prepare to remove.
AND THE FUCKER MOVES.
Discretion being the better part of valour I screech 'ITS ALIVE!11!!!' and flee. Well I was running late, and stuff, I HAD to go. Honest...
After riding I very bravely decide to go straight to Pilates in the hope that teh Z0BM1E M0UES will have been dealt with by the time I get home. I have no idea quite HOW this is going to happen, but I am an optimistic soul.
Alas, my hopes are dashed. I creep back into the house (in case the Z0BM1E M0UES leaps at my throat, or something) and there the little bugger is on the mat. No longer on its back either so I have no idea if it's alive or dead. Doesn't look particularly alive, but not entirely dead either.
So I fetch a cat (I know I know, I will burn in hell or come back as a mouse) who pokes it a bit, but I still can't tell if it's alive or not.
So I fetched the Dustpan of Removal again and, after some dithering and screwing up of my courage, running away and back again, I eventually reached the sticking point and tried to nudge teh moues onto the pan. At which point of course it REANIMATED and made horrible HORRIBLE scrabbling noises on teh pan while I fled to the front door and flung it out into the grass.
Still, at least it didn't go for the jugular or try to eat my brains. This time.
Sometimes, I wish I'd gotten a dog.
This morning the cats - including Cat Who Is Not My Cat - were all sniffing round behind one of the chairs, but as I was late for work (as usual) I just fired him out, fed the others and left.
This evening, after bringing ziggy in and stopping via the chippy, I notice Lana poking around the hoover, and that she's dragged a top off the heater onto the floor beside it, a sure sign she's hiding something. Could be that she's thown up (not sure why she hides that, perhaps so I won't notice), but why sniff around? I decide not to deal til AFTER I've eaten and changed.
Eventually I get up the courage and lift the top and sure enough, there is teh leetle vermin, legs pointed skywards. So I grab the Dustpan and Brush of Removal and prepare to remove.
AND THE FUCKER MOVES.
Discretion being the better part of valour I screech 'ITS ALIVE!11!!!' and flee. Well I was running late, and stuff, I HAD to go. Honest...
After riding I very bravely decide to go straight to Pilates in the hope that teh Z0BM1E M0UES will have been dealt with by the time I get home. I have no idea quite HOW this is going to happen, but I am an optimistic soul.
Alas, my hopes are dashed. I creep back into the house (in case the Z0BM1E M0UES leaps at my throat, or something) and there the little bugger is on the mat. No longer on its back either so I have no idea if it's alive or dead. Doesn't look particularly alive, but not entirely dead either.
So I fetch a cat (I know I know, I will burn in hell or come back as a mouse) who pokes it a bit, but I still can't tell if it's alive or not.
So I fetched the Dustpan of Removal again and, after some dithering and screwing up of my courage, running away and back again, I eventually reached the sticking point and tried to nudge teh moues onto the pan. At which point of course it REANIMATED and made horrible HORRIBLE scrabbling noises on teh pan while I fled to the front door and flung it out into the grass.
Still, at least it didn't go for the jugular or try to eat my brains. This time.
Sometimes, I wish I'd gotten a dog.
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Date: 2005-09-22 04:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-23 03:44 am (UTC)Hmm. Perhaps the cats have a grand plan to force me into becoming a hugely successful comic author. Or something.