Chris faces a dilemma which leaves him somewhat exposed
Tottie and her rodent infestation issues are now our problem
A couple of weeks ago, I mentioned the new cat who joined our household.
Tottie is seven years old and a whirling-dervish of a cat, never still, always looking for trouble and rarely failing to find it.
Bodmin, our battle-scarred old bruiser tomcat, can only sit alongside his seagull friend SuperKeith and watch in begrudging admiration. Two old warriors on a bench.
Tottie has a great number of crazed habits – such as trying to open windows by standing on her hind legs and headbutting them, shinning up drainpipes, bounding everywhere at high speed with her paws sounding for all the world like a thundering racehorse, and suddenly shouting at me from all corners of the house.
However her worst habit, as previously recounted, is that Tottie is an incredibly enthusiastic mouser. We think, given that she previously lived on a farm, she was brought up to do this very job.
What the farm owners probably didn’t expect was for her to be so humane about it. With mice running here, there and everywhere all around her farmyard, what better thing was there for a cat to do than remove them from the farmyard . . . and relocate them to the farmhouse? Alive and well?
This is probably a good reason as to why she is no longer a farmer’s cat.
So, Tottie and all her rodent infestation creation issues are now our problem – and what a strange few months she’s given us since her arrival.
However, I think the most regrettable mouse-related incident of all involved me doing a moony. That’s quite an unusual sentence, so I’d better explain.
Yet again, I’d captured an about-to-leg-it mouse between the palms of both hands, and slowly, carefully, made my way to the back door to release it.
As I gingerly tried to turn the door handle, mindful not to injure the
