Nibble, nibble mousekin. Who's nibbling at my housekin?

[plumtreeblossom]

Last night in the kitchen I heard the delicate sound of wood being gnawed upon by tiny teeth. It wasn't the gawdawful racket of squirrels (that problem appears to have been solved). Something wee was at work inside the wall.

I got Benjamin from the bedroom and set him down near the source of the sound, wondering if the nibbling would stir enough atrophied feline predatory instinct for him to make this A Project. No such luck, of course; he stood there for a minute, then walked away bored.

Comments

[eclecticavatar.livejournal.com]

I have the same problem. The mice are eating food in the pantry and Clover hasn't been bothered to care for over a year. Maybe because she has been sick? Maybe if she makes a full recovery she'll hop to it, but I think I just have to share my food with the mice!

[plumtreeblossom.livejournal.com]

BenBen is a dog trapped in a cat's body. He has no predatory instincts at all, just wants approval, which most cats don't give a rat's ass about!

[beowabbit]

Maybe Chickenfinger wants to come visit! :-)

[plumtreeblossom.livejournal.com]

Wouldn't that be interesting! Cat interface. :-)

[gentlescholar.livejournal.com]

Deja would love to have a live fire exercise.