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March 08, 2007



obe caught a mouse once. well not so much caught as she stared at it while it squeaked in terror, looking for mommy (its eyes were still closed, though they opened the next day) I used a plastic cup to scoop it up and put it in a swinging habitrail (translation: a big tupperware thing with some softened cat food and tissues) I named it, and then my dad took it away and released it outside in the 20 degree weather. I was very unhappy.

Sparkling Cipher

You know, the picture I got in my head of a cat playing with a mouse until it dies totally grossed me out. But as a kid, I saw our cocker spaniel catch a mouse and I rememberber not being grossed out, but proud that we had such a good mouser of a dog. Of course, he crushed the mouse and it died almost instantly. Then my older brother got rid of it. So the whole incident lasted less than five minutes. And it wasn't on my bed - eewww.


Blargghhh. Gross!

Darren McLikeshimself

Hey, at least you know where your mouse is. Ours tend to camp out until the get bored and move on.


Reason 4,853 why I don't have a cat.

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