Best cure for a mouse problem is a semi-hungry cat or two.

The first cat I had, I swear, had ADHD.

He'd sport and toy with a mouse the way that cats do, but if he heard another scratching sound, or a peep out of me, he'd let go of the mouse-in-paw to turn his attention to the new sound.   He always ended up recatching the original prey, but sometimes the interval from release to recatch got pretty long and the humans got pretty anxious.

Okay, this one's different:


5 MILLION USD DONATION FROM BILL GATES   Allen Large  Today at 5:42 =0.9emPMYou have been gifted a 2MUSD donation funds, contact us via email for your claim:allen.large9090@aol.com

I have to admit, this is the first time good 'ole Billy threw some cash my way.

Should I write back and tell him an Ethopian prince has me covered?


 

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02/08/2015 

The mood is comfortable. Still a little twitchy. 

Had a great day yesterday and today. I posted the attached pictures in an earlier Facebook post. The seats in my Elantra are tan. This is generally okay but they show every little stain from anything ever dropped on them. At a glance, it looks like whoever is driving it had a bladder control problem. I hate that.        





After listening to me bitch about my seats for a year, Nice Wendy decided to give me seat covers for Christmas She found a set of custom covers from a company in California. They're specially made to fit my specific seats. She had ordered a charcoal set but when they arrive, she discovered they had pink and baby blue stitching. 

Anyone out there who knows me knows that I do not do bright colors. I just don't.

So, two days before Christmas, she sent them back for another set, then she had to scramble to find a different Christmas present. Mind you, she could have just told me the covers were on order and that would have been fine, but Nice doesn't roll that way. 

Anyway, we carpooled on Wednesday and she sprang the surprise when she dropped me off. She also volunteered to come by on Saturday to install them. Now, this is a big job. Some dis-assembly of the seats was required. Since I am completely useless for bending and lifting, I decided my contribution to the project would be food. 

I charcoal grilled a choice rib roast and six skewers of shrimp. 

Just an aside, if you've never charcoal grilled shrimp, you're missing out. You really should try it. You'll never eat another steamed shrimp again...ever. So Nice started around four in the afternoon. By 7pm I convinced her to leave the rest until the morning; like I said, it was a big job. So we had steak and shrimp, some Windridge ciders, and watched a movie on Netflix called World War Z. I hadn't seen a movie since the Wendy's were over on Christmas Eve. I have to tell you, this movie was exciting. I was on the edge of my seat. Just, wow! 

Nice slept over in the spare room since I didn't want her driving after drinking. She got up at about 9am and was right back to it. She finally finished up at around noon. All told, the project took about four or five hours. I'm just flattered beyond belief. Nice, being who she is, would have done this without me having to bribe her with a barbecue but we both had fun so I was a nice day all the way around. 

We went to breakfast at Round-The-Clock, then I went to Lowes for some indoor/outdoor thermometers and mouse traps. I was a little disappointed. They only had two live mousetraps. So, my opening shot in the World War M was to deploy two live and two lethal traps. Things are to the point where I can't leave anything edible sitting out for any amount of time. I had a scoop of ice cream with some cake after dinner yesterday. I had sat the used scoop on a napkin on the kitchen counter while putting the ice cream back in the freezer, the put the scoop in the sink but forgot about the napkin. 

Between the time I took my treat to the living room and the time I brought the plate back to the kitchen (about ten minutes tops), one of the mice had climbed onto the counter and ate the center out of the napkin that had ice cream on it. 

Yes, they ate a flaming napkin. 

Their efforts to breach the kitchen cabinets continue. I'm finding more and more droppings on top of the microwave. They even assaulted a packet of Club Crackers in the living room—which is a clearly defined demilitarized zone. 

They go too far. 

So, the old-tomato has been delivered. They have a fifty-fifty chance. They ether go to the cemetery up the road, or they go to mousey heaven. Their choice. 

I'm taking some cold medicine and going to be early tonight.

It's been a good day. It's been a good weekend. 

Thanks for listening. 

Every one needs a friend like Wendy! 

And you're right Flower, she's the best!