Saturday, October 27, 2007

Cat or dog?

We have a mouse in our bedroom, scritchy-scritching behind the wall. Simultaneously, the cat or dog debate has been raging in our house. I thought this would seal the cat side, but husbad claims that he read somewhere that mice will also stay away from a house with a dog in it. Any ideas?

Cricket Boy bowled like a...well...really, there are no words...no, not demon...so not demon...more like something that really can't bowl...fish with its fins tied behind its back. Better draw a veil over that one. However, he won an award for his excellent batting last week, so he was happy. (Really, it was the coach making sure he'd bat next week, but he's not to know that...)

6 comments:

Robin S. said...

I'm a cat person - so I'm prejudiced going into this one - but I can tell you that if you get a cat- the mouse will DEFINITELY go away, one way or the other. Cats are patient. They will make death happen if it takes half the night and on into the next day. That's just they way they're wired.
And if they really love you, they will bring you "innards" as their gift to you. (Can't tell you how many I recieved as a gift of love when my old fat cat was young, lean and mean. I had to start locking his cat door to keep half dead creatures from being dragged inside.)

Good deal about cricket boy and his award. I think that's great - nice coach!

December/Stacia said...

I think the scent of any bigger animal would likely chase the vermin away, but cats were traditionally kept for this problem even on farms where working dogs lived. So I lean toward cat.

December/Stacia said...

I think the scent of any bigger animal would likely chase the vermin away, but cats were traditionally kept for this problem even on farms where working dogs lived. So I lean toward cat.

McKoala said...

I'm hoping for cat too...

Church Lady said...

Wait til *it* chews a hole through your ceiling, and plops on top of your head while you're sleeping.

heeeheeehee
;-)

I like both.

McKoala said...

CL, don't mock... I lived in a mouse-ridden house years ago and one of my housemates woke up to find a mouse tangled in her hair and another one woke to find one sitting on his chest, eyeballing him. Those were cocky beasties.