So FridaysCat is the most POLITE creature I have ever come across. I know. The irony is not lost.
(( It’s to the point that he’s won over a few cat-haters, because he always asks before jumping up (sits. Taps leg with paw. Meows. If told no? Goes elsewhere, or asks someone else, or taps the piece of furniture next to the person, and waits for the go ahead. If told yes? Jumps up. THAT level of WTFO?!? A cat who respects boundaries?!?))
He ALSO will not play with me. If I have one of his toys? He calmly sits, and waits for his turn. Only once I’m “done” playing, does he resume. >.< (He will play with TheKiddo, & others, but me? Nope.).
So…
There’s new construction a few houses over, on an empty lot.
Which means we are FLOODED with mice/rats/miscreants looking for a new home. (We tell my father that they’re “night squirrels”. He’s already at war with the squirrels. He doesn’t need the stress of new species.)
TheCat is an avid Hunter. Birds, mice, rats, rabbits… his declawed majesty fells them all. (And spent a couple of years attempting to teach TheKiddo, before giving up a lost cause. OMFG. The rabbits. From the dead ones he would “wiggle” to attempt to get TheKiddos attention, to half dead, to crippled, to very VERY alive… faaaaawk… that cat was determined to make up for my failings as a mother.)
So back to our recent rodent issue.
I made the mistake of tracking one down on the deck, whilst he was there.
And now?
Our avid mouser/ratter/hunter extraordinaire has apparently decided that I have claimed hunting rights. And is patiently waiting for me to have my fun.
>.<
Cat. Please. After you. No, no. I insist.
I may have to physically leave the house for a few days, if I want the problem dealt with.