*NikkiBell*
Livin’ that DVC & AP life!
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My parents are on vacation at WDW right now. I'm watching the house and my cats until they are back. Last night I decided to go to bed about 45 minutes later than usual because I wanted to watch some extra TV. 
No problem, right? Boy, oh boy, was I wrong!
My cats, Gwen and Autumn, are very tiny. They are "teacup cats" which means they stay the size of an older kitten forever. Gwen weighs about three or four pounds and Autumn weighs six. They tend to chase each other when Gwen gets cranky, but I digress.
At 3:30 this morning, I heard the kitties chasing each other in my room. I tried to ignore it, but they were being very loud. I turned over to see a black cricket jumping up and down in the middle of the room. I grabbed a tissue to get it and turned on the light. As I turned around to squish the "bug," I realized that it was NOT a bug, but a MOUSE!
No, it wasn't Mickey, but a real live disgusting twitchy mouse!!! I screamed my head off and jumped on the bed.
Side note: Gwen is a very good mouse catcher and apparently caught the mouse downstairs in the laundry room. She wanted to bring it to me to show that she "did her job" and that is how this whole mess began. Anyway, back to me screaming on the bed (I'm honestly surprised that the neighbors didn't call the cops).
The mouse continued to run around my room. Gwen caught a few times, but it refused to die. She'd lay it on the floor in front of my bed and look up at me, it'd roll on its side for a second, and then bolt for freedom. Autumn was playing back up and doesn't really like to catch mice. She swatted at it a few times, but let Gwen do the dirty work.
All of a sudden, I got this brilliant idea to get a pasta bowl and pot. I figured I could throw it on the beast (IT WAS HUGE lol) and then call one of my brothers or Sean to get rid of it. So here I am at 4 a.m. trying to throw a bowl and pot on a mouse admist two cats running a muck. After Gwen caught it for the sixth time, it ran under my bed. I yelled for her to catch it, but it somehow hid there. I didn't sleep the rest of the night...or so I thought...
I apparently dozed off on top of the bed holding the bowl. Autumn woke me up at 5 because she found the twitchy monster and cornered it by a stackable crate I have in my room. I yelled for Gwen and she came running up the steps to help. Below is a picture of the scene at this moment in our story. If you zoom in, you'll see Mr. Mouse.
After another half hour of freaking out, I decided to call Sean....twice. He refused to rescue me and said to just get dressed and go to work. I couldn't do that. I was worried that this creature was diseased and might bother my kitties. So what did I do? I called my brother. My sister in law answered and was absolutely NO HELP (big shocker there
). She did say that they'd stop over at some point during the day.
After I walked back upstairs from making this phone call, I noticed that the girls weren't where I left them. Autumn gave me this confused look from the top of the steps and Gwenny was drinking her water. I asked her where the mouse was (yes, we talk frequently and no, it isn't the meds lol) and she gave me this look that totally said, "I took care of it."
Yup, you guessed it. She swallowed it! From what I can gather, she got annoyed and ate the little bugger. They have not been searching for it since. I've been worried all day that she would get sick from it, but I remember her doing this once before without a problem.
So here I sit running completely on auto-pilot after four hours of sleep. Hopefully tonight will be a better night.
No problem, right? Boy, oh boy, was I wrong! My cats, Gwen and Autumn, are very tiny. They are "teacup cats" which means they stay the size of an older kitten forever. Gwen weighs about three or four pounds and Autumn weighs six. They tend to chase each other when Gwen gets cranky, but I digress.
At 3:30 this morning, I heard the kitties chasing each other in my room. I tried to ignore it, but they were being very loud. I turned over to see a black cricket jumping up and down in the middle of the room. I grabbed a tissue to get it and turned on the light. As I turned around to squish the "bug," I realized that it was NOT a bug, but a MOUSE!
No, it wasn't Mickey, but a real live disgusting twitchy mouse!!! I screamed my head off and jumped on the bed. Side note: Gwen is a very good mouse catcher and apparently caught the mouse downstairs in the laundry room. She wanted to bring it to me to show that she "did her job" and that is how this whole mess began. Anyway, back to me screaming on the bed (I'm honestly surprised that the neighbors didn't call the cops).
The mouse continued to run around my room. Gwen caught a few times, but it refused to die. She'd lay it on the floor in front of my bed and look up at me, it'd roll on its side for a second, and then bolt for freedom. Autumn was playing back up and doesn't really like to catch mice. She swatted at it a few times, but let Gwen do the dirty work.
All of a sudden, I got this brilliant idea to get a pasta bowl and pot. I figured I could throw it on the beast (IT WAS HUGE lol) and then call one of my brothers or Sean to get rid of it. So here I am at 4 a.m. trying to throw a bowl and pot on a mouse admist two cats running a muck. After Gwen caught it for the sixth time, it ran under my bed. I yelled for her to catch it, but it somehow hid there. I didn't sleep the rest of the night...or so I thought...
I apparently dozed off on top of the bed holding the bowl. Autumn woke me up at 5 because she found the twitchy monster and cornered it by a stackable crate I have in my room. I yelled for Gwen and she came running up the steps to help. Below is a picture of the scene at this moment in our story. If you zoom in, you'll see Mr. Mouse.
After another half hour of freaking out, I decided to call Sean....twice. He refused to rescue me and said to just get dressed and go to work. I couldn't do that. I was worried that this creature was diseased and might bother my kitties. So what did I do? I called my brother. My sister in law answered and was absolutely NO HELP (big shocker there
). She did say that they'd stop over at some point during the day. After I walked back upstairs from making this phone call, I noticed that the girls weren't where I left them. Autumn gave me this confused look from the top of the steps and Gwenny was drinking her water. I asked her where the mouse was (yes, we talk frequently and no, it isn't the meds lol) and she gave me this look that totally said, "I took care of it."
Yup, you guessed it. She swallowed it!
From what I can gather, she got annoyed and ate the little bugger. They have not been searching for it since. I've been worried all day that she would get sick from it, but I remember her doing this once before without a problem. So here I sit running completely on auto-pilot after four hours of sleep. Hopefully tonight will be a better night.
yuck Nikki- i would have done the same thing- freaked and hid on the bed and called for help! sorry help didn't come. and gross on eating it, but i guess that is what pets do sometimes. my sister's dog used to bring dead rabbits to the back porch for her as a 'gift'. ah, love for their owner! and lol at talking to the cats, i do the same wtih my dogs- we have our own language! 
- but they don't smell good 
) 
