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The White Lily ([personal profile] thewhitelily) wrote2008-08-05 09:16 pm
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Humiliation

I was cooking dinner, reached the appropriate point to heat up the grill for the pork chops, turned the BBQ on, opened up the lid, and...

There was a mouse on the hotplate. Ten centimetre blob, kind of browny-grey, pointy towards the front, with a long tail. And legs, working quicksmart, since I'd turned on the gas and heat before opening the lid. A mouse.

I'm rather ashamed to admit it, but I screamed. An hasty "eek" kind of thing, but with a full-timbred throaty "ah!" in it.

How humiliating.

At least I'm moderately sure now that our cats really have been mousing for us rather than just ranging far and wide to bring them back on their catch and release program, so they can live underneath the fridge and be batted at at leisure.

Unless, of course, they've just brought us back a breeding pair. What a cheerful thought.

Edit: In other news, the chops were excellent.

[identity profile] lustforlike.livejournal.com 2008-08-05 03:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Can I add to your humiliation by laughing?

I don't think you give your cats enough credit. They didn't just bring you back a breeding pair - they've thought for a long time that wild mice offer far too little of a challenge, and they've been selectively culling them for some time now. The pair they left you are the pinnacle of rodent evolution, and soon they'll prove their mousey worth by overthrowing the earth.

[identity profile] humble-mosquito.livejournal.com 2008-08-05 05:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Hmmmm, barbecued mouse.

[identity profile] thesurvivalist.livejournal.com 2008-08-05 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
WAS IT HURT?