A Mouse in the House

After living in Northern Ca.  for over 34 years, technology and the entitlement that goes along with the money and privilege associated with that technology, has forced me to re-evaluate my opinion of my once thought of paradise that I call home and pack it in and go north to cooler temperatures and less people.  A friend of mine who moved out of the area herself a year ago volunteered to help me in my pursuit of such a formidable task, and I gratefully accepted and spent a week on the road looking at various cities for the Princess and I to call home after her retirement.

 

On the evening before I was to fly home after my house-hunting expedition, I got 2 back-to-back phone calls. One from my older brother, Anthony, telling me that his wife’s Dad was not doing well, and that they were disappointed and apologetic, but that our plan to get together and head to Mendocino for some camping and relaxing when I returned home was not doable for them and that it was unfortunate, but they’d have to cancel. The other phone call came from my distraught, out-of-breath partner, who animatedly informed me that my bedroom had been turned upside down and that there was an F-ing mouse somewhere in the house.

 

Accustomed to my cat’s mouse-gifting behavior from previous adventures, I tried to calm her down and assured her that the chances of a small mouse surviving the evening with two cats in a tiny house were slim to none and asked her, “Where are the cats right now?”

 

“Boo’s chowing-down and Molly’s spread-eagle on the couch,” she answered while gasping for breath. “And I’m not feeling so protected by these fur balls right now. If the truth be told, I’m feeling kinda freaked-out and that lump on the side of my head is totally throbbing. I’m not looking forward to going to bed with a mouse in the house, Lucie, and these cats aren’t making me or my throbbing head feel any better.”

 

Concerned with the fact that she said she had a sizable knot on her head, I asked, “Hun, how in God’s name did you get a bump on your head?”

 

“Well, she began, “Do you want the short version or the long version?”

 

“I just want the version that tells me if the mouse was involved,” I answered, while taking in a deep, cleansing breath. “Just give me the abbreviated version, please. I’m already on emotional over-load right now with my phone calls tonight, so please be succinct.”

 

“Well,” she again started. “The mouse ran. I chased it. Boo chased me and after the three of us were thoroughly pooped-out, Boo cornered it between the back of the desk and the front room closet, and then pinned it in the corner with her paw. I figured I could grab its tail and capture it and crawled under the desk to do just that; and when I did, Boo released the mouse and it jumped, scaring the hell outta me, and I smashed my head on the underbelly of the desk, losing the mouse for good.”

 

“I don’t know where the hell that flippin’ mouse is right now, Lucie,” she continued, “and I’m exhausted and my head hurts. I don’t know where it went, and it’s freaking me out. I need to go to bed, but I’m afraid the damn thing will end up curled up snoring next to me, and it’s making me crazy just thinking about it.”

 

“Listen to me,” I said to her aware of her fragile state of mind. “The fact is: you have TWO cats in a very tiny house with you tonight. You’ll be fine,” I said trying to assure her, but wondering where the hell the mouse went and praying that it wasn’t establishing residence in my thoroughly messed-up closet.

 

“Keep Boo hungry and go to bed. I guarantee you, Hun, you’ll be fine,” I continued all the while thinking to myself, “With her luck, the damn thing is gonna end up sleeping with her, and I’m not feeling too keen about putting our house on the market with a resident mouse.”

 

“Cazzo!”

 

So, we hung up and each went on with our evenings, and I eventually went to bed. The next time I heard from her was via a cryptic text at 12:45 a.m.: “Everything under control. Woke up to blood-curdling squeak. Turned on light. Saw mouse belly-up under kitchen table. Think it died from fright. Had startled look on face. Both cats with me when we heard last squeak. Oh well… Have a good flight home!”

 

Yep. Just another day in our crazy, wacky lives.

 

Have a great day, People, and I’ll catch ya the next time, looking at life from my shoes!

 

 

 

 

 

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Lucie

After much encouragement and prodding by family, friends and professionals, I (a former Special ed. teacher and consultant from Northern Ca., who recently moved to the Olympic Peninsula of WA.) decided to take my FACEBOOK postings on my silly life with my life partner and 2 wacky cats and share them with a broader audience. I sincerley hope that I can bring a chuckle or two to all who enter my world when you read my blog. (Now let's hope that I can muster enough competence to figure out how to use this site in a reasonably competent fashion, so that I still have fun writing and others can actually "find me"!!!!) I wish all who enter "Lucie's World" much joy and laughter and ask that if I've touch your life in any way and made you giggle or smile, that you "pay it forward" for the week and share a moment or two of laughter with someone that you care about....

12 thoughts on “A Mouse in the House”

  1. Hey Lucie,
    After listening to The Princess’s story of her and the 2 cats cornering the mouse in the house, me thinks the mouse suspected he was doomed before the night was through. The mouse was simply so distressed, far more so than the Princess and the cats that he up and died of fright.
    There is a moral to this story, The Princess, Boo and Molly can’t live without you mate, a teeny little mouse in the house, the CATS let their guard down and sleep on the couch and the Princess clearly developed a false sense of bravery trying to pursue the mouse, it only had to move and she nearly knocks herself out.
    Distress calls to you re a little mouse in your house, seals the deal for me
    YOU CAN’T GO AWAY AND LEAVE THE PRINCESS AND THE CATS HOME ALONE
    LORDY KNOWS WHAT MIGHT HAPPEN !!!!!!

    Baaahaahaahaa!!!!!!!

    YOU ALWAYS MAKE ME LAUGH OUT LOUD, LOVE YOUR WORK DEAR FRIEND

    LOVE AND HUGS FROM
    ANNIE IN AUSTRALIA 🌞 🌴 🌊 💜

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    1. You know “me thinks” you’re right, Anne Girl! That mouse was history as soon as Boo cornered it…poor thing! Don’t know who I felt sorrier for: the mouse or the Princess?! ;)p Sending you love and healing prayers, Little Buddy. You are the embodiment of strength and courage and all that is light. Sending you hugs and prayers and tons of well-wishes!! “Me Mum” sends them, too!! Lucie ❤

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  2. The Squire and I laughed until we almost fell off our chairs! This is SO our house! Of course, we would be more likely to hide the cats so they can’t get TO the mouse, and try to set a live-trap so we can put it out in the wood pile in the back of the yard.

    We used to get mice in the cat food bin all the time; one morning I found one and put my hand into the bin so I could lift it out. It crawled up my arm and popped its head out of the neck of my robe to sit on my shoulder.

    After that, The Squire just left a rag hanging over the edge of the bin so they could climb out by themselves.

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    1. Oh dear and then you’d be writing a blog about how Lucie made you and the Squire break their legs!!! ;)p Your comment had ME laughing my head off! You’re so silly….. (((Hugs))) ;)p

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