I was at the supermarket looking for mousetraps today. It took a while to spot them and I was starting to think they only sold chemicals now.
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I normally would not need mousetraps since I have a fully functional cat but Charu has been a bit stressed out lately. There’s this big, mostly white tabby who’s new to the neighbourhood and it’s been trying to take more territory than Napoleon. This cat has none of the decencies you’d find in other neighourhood cats. It is slow to run away if you run toward it, it just looks at you if you hiss at it and it’s even been coming into our house through Charu’s cat-window. It comes in and tries to find food, harrass Charu and it once literally came to our open bedroom door yowling like an uncaring psychocat.
And so, Charu’s outside mouse-patrols have been curtailed, resulting in mice numbers increasing and the mice running sorties on the high shelves in the kitchen.
I actually scored a point for sovereignty this morning. There’s this other cat – a large black one which I don’t particularly like but at least it has the decency to look surprised when I see it in our yard. And big black was fighting with the white tabby in the front yard. I threw a bucket of baby bum-wash water on the white tabby.
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<em>file foto of badcat</em>