After picking Kev up from work yesterday (post a random errand day with Jill and Mark) we entered the house to find...a dead mouse. This is the second we have come home to. Well, the second I've come home to, as Kev was privileged enough to miss out on the first one. My friend Reagan got to "be" with me for that one since we were chatting on the phone.
Anyway, we walk in and Kev's going to the bedroom to change out of his work clothes. He stops in the middle of the hallway and starts saying, "Josie, leave it! LEAVE IT!" She does and she comes back to me. He says, "Do you think that's a real dead mouse?" Um, yes.
Chloe is standing soooooo proudly by it, wanting to show off her prize. She was the one last time who basically brought it to me too.
So, we got to talking about it all last night. We never see evidence of having mice, no poop, no ripped open bags of food, etc. The only evidence we ever see is the actual dead mouse.
Life with mousers, should we sleep with one eye open?
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Sleep with one eye open? You gotta be kidding me. lol. With a mouser like Chloe you should rest easy. She is always on duty and better than Inspector Gadget.
You might want to pick up some of those glue traps for mice, and put them in places where the cats can't reach.
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