Yeah baby, it's Miller Time !!!!

The cat has been camped out in front of a baseboard radiator for two days. It's my kid's cat that we "babysat" while he relocated. It's declawed, denutted and stupid. He's been here over two years.......

I peek between the slats of the radiator and there's an adolescent chipmunk being ever so quiet. I spend the next 45 minutes trying to corral this wicked quick little gerbil into somewhere. He covered most of the 2100 sq.ft. of our first floor, I fiinally got him on the side porch, grabbed his furry little ass with long reach needle nose pliers. (I was shooting for his neck)

I tossed him into a bag and drove him a few miles away; part of my Chipmunk Relocation Progran.

He put up a helluva fight but I won. Cat's still an idiot

Tomorrow I look around to see how he got in. We have a bridal shower here on Sunday; can't have God's woodland critters harassing young girls.

Oh look, it's beer o'clock.

914Driver wrote: Tomorrow I look around to see how he got in. We have a bridal shower here on Sunday; can't have God's woodland critters harassing young girls.

Mississipi squirrel revival

Get a smarter cat.

The little beastie wouldn't have survived more then 5 minutes around here. Wildlife has a hard time surviving outside at my house.

914Driver wrote: can't have God's woodland critters harassing young girls.

That's your job eh?

(joke is funny if by little girls you mean teenagers so you get to be the dirty old man)

Cats attach to locations. Be sure to let us know when hes back.. if he survives without claws. You'll have to go more than a few miles if you really want him to stay away. Or you could drop em off at a shelter like most people.

N Sperlo wrote: Cats attach to locations. Be sure to let us know when hes back.. if he survives without claws. You'll have to go more than a few miles if you really want him to stay away. Or you could drop em off at a shelter like most people.

he dropped the chipmonk off. The cat stayed...and is probably still at the radiator looking for the chipmunk.

Was woken up at about 3 a.m. the other night by my two brain-dead siamese throwing themselves bodily around the bed. This is a common occurance, usually means they've gotten ahold of a pot scrubber, loofah sponge or some other fascinating item that they want to share with me by flinging it up in the air and landing on me. Generally this ends by foot-induced cat-apult. Not this time... they refused to give it up. Turned on the light to discover a live deer mouse. On my bed.

Cotton wrote:

N Sperlo wrote: Cats attach to locations. Be sure to let us know when hes back.. if he survives without claws. You'll have to go more than a few miles if you really want him to stay away. Or you could drop em off at a shelter like most people.

he dropped the chipmonk off. The cat stayed...and is probably still at the radiator looking for the chipmunk.

Im so berkeleying confused. I need to go to bed.

EDIT: Oh. I thought you were calling the cat a chipmunk... cuz its stupid from what i hear.

Lesley wrote: Was woken up at about 3 a.m. the other night by my two brain-dead siamese throwing themselves bodily around the bed. This is a common occurance, usually means they've gotten ahold of a pot scrubber, loofah sponge or some other fascinating item that they want to share with me by flinging it up in the air and landing on me. Generally this ends by foot-induced cat-apult. Not this time... they refused to give it up. Turned on the light to discover a live deer mouse. On my bed.

I have REM Behavior Sleep Disorder. Which means if the cats are near me they get punched and kicked and I wake up with cuts that I have no clue where they come from. Wifey wants two beds...

I guess she would. Or wear protective clothing.

Toyman01 wrote: Get a smarter cat. The little beastie wouldn't have survived more then 5 minutes around here. Wildlife has a hard time surviving outside at my house.

Or a dog. My 3 eradicate all animals smaller than themselves. Except for toads, I guess they have a treaty or something.

My sisters Pom regularly kills groundhogs larger than itself.

The warts on a toad's back contain a poison, that's why dogs and cats leave them alone.

Here I thought it was because they were so damn creepy looking.

JoeyM wrote:

914Driver wrote: Tomorrow I look around to see how he got in. We have a bridal shower here on Sunday; can't have God's woodland critters harassing young girls.

Mississipi squirrel revival

Haha...my American Sign Language teacher signed that song for us in class...if you think it's funny to hear it, imagine watching it signed! Lol

Grizz wrote: Here I thought it was because they were so damn creepy looking.

Really? I always thought they were adorable, especially the teensy-weensy ones.

The sign for dead squirell is as funny as you imagine.

Also, 914, you're late. We started at beer:30

Lesley wrote: Generally this ends by foot-induced cat-apult. Not this time... they refused to give it up. Turned on the light to discover a live deer mouse. On my bed.

My two are familiar with cat-apulting but only after I've been the prey or innocent victim. OK, not so innocent on some occasions.

I've never found a mouse (live or otherwise) on the bed, but stepping on warm/cold chameleon carcasses makes me keep footwear quite near.

Lesley wrote:

Grizz wrote: Here I thought it was because they were so damn creepy looking.

Really? I always thought they were adorable, especially the teensy-weensy ones.

At least I'm not the only one who thinks toads are cute.

Lesley wrote: Was woken up at about 3 a.m. the other night by my two brain-dead siamese throwing themselves bodily around the bed. This is a common occurance, usually means they've gotten ahold of a pot scrubber, loofah sponge or some other fascinating item that they want to share with me by flinging it up in the air and landing on me. Generally this ends by foot-induced cat-apult. Not this time... they refused to give it up. Turned on the light to discover a live deer mouse. On my bed.

Heh. That reminds me - one of the reasons we got our shelter catfood processor was that we had mice scurrying around the living room like nobody's business. Seriously, one morning I'm looking up and there's a mouse munching the pot scrubber with an "oi, wassa da matter" facial expression. One night I thought I heard him hunt a mouse (he knows how to hunt, he's just not that great at killing them) but the next morning there was no sign of dead mouse. From the noise I had expected at least some carnage.

Well, the mystery was solved when it turned out that he'd put the mouse away for later use. In one of my wife's boots, that is. As she found out when she tried to put them on...

Lesley wrote:

Grizz wrote: Here I thought it was because they were so damn creepy looking.

Really? I always thought they were adorable, especially the teensy-weensy ones.

Ever seen a toad walk? Creepy as berkeley.

But, I have 4 or 5 living in my basement, and they ruthlessly murder everything that moves and is smaller than them. It's like having ED209s for bugs.

berkeley mice, now bring the tuna

... cats ain't stupid

Grizz wrote:

Toyman01 wrote: Get a smarter cat.

Or a dog. My 3 eradicate all animals smaller than themselves.

YMMV. My mutt Gertrude chases lizards around the back yard. I have NEVER seen her catch any of them....if she had to hunt to survive she would be very skinny.

BTW, down here you hope your dog leaves toads alone...biting a cane toad could kill the dog

When I bought the house (my week from hell, but that's another story) I removed the big clunky cast iron radiators in favor of baseboard heating. I covered all but one of the 2" holes in the hardwood floor. I think that's where he came in.

Dan

Lesley wrote: The warts on a toad's back contain a poison, that's why dogs and cats leave them alone.

I liked it better when I pictured them sitting down at Toad's house to negotiate a treaty... like some out-take from The Wind in the Willows.

I found a dead mouse in the pocket of my jeans one time....thanks to Evie the cat. I try not to leave my jeans on the floor anymore.