Category: Cats

Curiosity = wet cats

I’m not sure why, but I decided I needed a bath last night. It’s been years since I’ve taken one - probably because we have a very small tub. The cats figured out what was going on and were completely fascinated by the water. I half-expected Bentley to hop onto the lip of the tub and fall in, but neither of them were curious enough to get wet.

Relaxing

Vespa keeps Nick company as he relaxes on the couch, reading about why my bread has been turning out so deliciously crusty and soft lately (the most recent loaf not withstanding).

Extermination

Last night, when Nick and I were watching a movie, we caught Bentley chasing a furry, dark creature across the house. Whatever it was disappeared into the baseboard heater, thwarting any immediate capture attempt.

Understandably, the average housewife would probably freak at the sight of wildlife in the house. Considering that we’ve already dealt with five raccoons, three snakes, two rabbits, five rats, countless birds and several mice in our house, you can imagine how unbothered we were. (This is the point where I try to convince you that we really do love our carnivorous cats.) Since we couldn’t catch it, we went back to our movie and decided we do something about it when we saw/heard it again.

It did come out for a visit in the middle of the night (we heard it scurrying around several times). Our cats weren’t very helpful in cornering this creature though, so we didn’t actually find it until morning.

Turns out one of our black death machines brought home a mole. Here he is trying to figure a way out of the heater. I imagine he can’t see very well in the light.

Look at those human-like fingers. Ew!

I botched the first capture attempt when the mole finally came out of the baseboard heater. (He ran right back in.) I left the room thinking it would be a while before he came out again. I must have missed the second escape attempt, because the next thing I knew, something was squeaking in our bedroom closet.

I couldn’t locate the sucker until I finally saw one of my shoes moving. Yup! There he was. I put the shoe and him in my homemade trap.

Thinking the cats might like to play with the guy I set the box outside next to the cats. Neither were interested in killing or playing with it. (Perhaps they’d had their fill inside?)

“So uninterested, but I’ll pose for you like the good cat I am.”

Frustrating, because now I’d have to figure out a way to dispose of the thing…

He’s living in our trash can until Friday, at which point he will have a whole landfill to dig through. Heaven for moles!

More kitty cartoon genius

The third installment of kitty cartoon genius from Simon Tofield:

Little helper

We’re back from the second annual “Nick B Brown Birthday Moto Tour.” The cats missed us and have taken to helping unpack when they can.