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bop_radarWhat a night! It was hot (being Melbourne in January) so of course I left the window open. This prompted my feline to decide to have a sleepover with his rascally friend, a cherubic-faced black mog with neat white paws, chest and whiskers. This puss startles if I so much as breath near it so you wouldn't think it would be that much of a bad influence on my Corin, but after last night I am not so sure...
First Corin invited him in for late-nite snacks, which turned into late-nite raiding of the food supplies (cat biscuit box ripped open). Secondly, and far more disruptively, I was woken at 5:00am by a screeching near my left ear. Corin and friend had arrived home with a mouse. Evidently they had decided that dumping it on the floor of my bedroom and then chasing it around under my bed was going to be a great game.
I turned all the lights on. I refused to stand on a chair and shriek like a girl. Corin pinned the mouse against the wardrobe and it shrieked like a girl. And then escaped, making a bee-line (or a mousie-line) for a bundle of my clothes on the floor. Corin stalked the clothes. He pawed at them. I stalked the clothes. I moved closer and tentatively shook a sleeve here, a skirt there... Eventually Corin and I cornered him in the dress and I picked it up and hurriedly threw it out the window (well you come up with a better suggestion!). Two pissed-off puddies followed.
Then I just had to block out the sounds of tortured mouse and calm my beating heart and guilty conscience to get back to sleep. Yuch!
First Corin invited him in for late-nite snacks, which turned into late-nite raiding of the food supplies (cat biscuit box ripped open). Secondly, and far more disruptively, I was woken at 5:00am by a screeching near my left ear. Corin and friend had arrived home with a mouse. Evidently they had decided that dumping it on the floor of my bedroom and then chasing it around under my bed was going to be a great game.
I turned all the lights on. I refused to stand on a chair and shriek like a girl. Corin pinned the mouse against the wardrobe and it shrieked like a girl. And then escaped, making a bee-line (or a mousie-line) for a bundle of my clothes on the floor. Corin stalked the clothes. He pawed at them. I stalked the clothes. I moved closer and tentatively shook a sleeve here, a skirt there... Eventually Corin and I cornered him in the dress and I picked it up and hurriedly threw it out the window (well you come up with a better suggestion!). Two pissed-off puddies followed.
Then I just had to block out the sounds of tortured mouse and calm my beating heart and guilty conscience to get back to sleep. Yuch!
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Date: 2003-01-18 08:59 am (UTC)