Possibly hurt mouse - what do we do?
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sometimes its the only way :'(Good man
coley
Well-Known Member
It's in a cage, doing OK? Provide it with food and water and let nature take its course, as some have said mebbes easier to put it out of its pain, but easier for whom?
friedaweed
Me and me girl named Jane
Does you has snake?
One day old bumper
maya
timewasting fool (in every universe)
An aussie friend of mine told of one time he'd slept with the windows open and woke up when his cat leapt in from one of its expeditions and directly over his face with a massive rat almost the size of his own face! 
Cats are beautiful, but- honestly. Things like that are just yuk. You get the natural world a bit too close for comfort.
The egyptians worshiped cats for a reason, they seem so inscrutable and sophistically detached from everything... Everyone who's ever owned a cat know that you don't really own a cat, it owns you... and allows you to groom and serve it. If they could talk, they'd probably be too lazy to tell you anything. I think they secretly view you as just another odd, big cat- a big auntie, perhaps.
Cats are awesome because like little slyboots they can squeeze themselves into the tiniest little spaces where you never imagined them being able to go- I thought my friend's cat had escaped out the window when I was cleaning her flat (hoovering, actually-) while she was on holiday once, I was mortified and spent three hours searching through every crack, nook and cranny of the place- nope, no kitty. I ran out and searched the entire yard of the estate, calling and pleading and hoping it'd appear like magic out of nowhere although I feared the very worst, that it'd be run over by a car or got poked with sticks by mean little brats miaowing out for help with noone to save it... As the clock ticked another two hours, I'd given up all hope and knew all was lost, I'd lost the cat and would lose the friendship and get all the blame and all because I forgot to shut the window, how idiotic can you be? I literally tried to kick myself. With the weight of all the cat's lost nine lives upon my shoulder I dragged myself upstairs and back in the flat, all tears and snot and guilt and collapsed in a chair, ready to face my fate as cat-losing judas, when I suddenly heard a bump and a purr and saw a snout peeking out from behind the massive sofabed which I'd previously searched so thoroughly without finding anything, a massive wooden-framed IKEA monstrosity with just a tiny little slit between it and the wall, far too slim to contain any cat, I'd thought... But that's where the sly little pawface had been hiding all along! Needless to say despite my disdain for the furry thing (it was a very aggressive and unneutered male cat which spent every living moment of my visit obsessively bumping into my legs and crotch trying to make cat-human babies with me, and you had to literally fling it off), I got so happy I couldn't help exclaiming a little happy scream of joy at the sight of the lost kitten son no longer lost but found, only for it to dart back to its hidingplace and staying there for two more hours, it even resisted my attempts to coax it out with food and toys... Strange furry little things.
It later endeared itself to me again as I was leaving the evening my friend got back home and it followed us into the room where I'd been sleeping (I always kept the door closed because I'm a bit allergic to the hairs and it was really keen to follow me everywhere but I denied it access to the room, so it was SO curious and had butted its nose against the door for days, trying to get in-), and the windows were curtainless and huge and it was getting dark so we had a panorama view of the entire city as the sun set, and it followed us to the window but it was too high up on the wall so it couldn't see, whereupon the clever little thing steps up on its two back legs, zwooooop! stretches its body upwards like the Longcat or a telescope neck from Alice In Wonderland, and stays there swaying back and forth, head tilting from side to side like some alien catsnake or an inquistive lemur... It was the strangest thing I'd ever seen. I never knew cats could stretch their bodies like that! Almost defying gravity. No wonder it could fit in a tiny little slit behind the sofa thing, it's the SPACE MASTER!
I saw the film Catwoman the other day, mainstream Sillywood nonsense but surprisingly entertaining nevertheless... The scene where you see her transformation- mutation into Catwoman, the cat-human hybrid, was very well done- The way she suddenly became acutely hyper aware of every tiny little detail around her, sight smell sounds... Everything sped up and intensified.
And the woman wotshername who played the Fisher family mum in Six Feet Under as some sort of eccentric old cat lady who really turned out to be the guardian of an ancient female cat cult, guardian and keeper of the age-old wisdom of the half-cat chosen ones. Nice touch. A bit of magic and feminine power there.
Cats are nice and I'm sad when people aren't nice to cats. I think we can learn a lot about a society from how it treats its weakest elements, that includes animals.
Meowmeow...
*purr*
(oh, look- a shiny dangling object! must investigate-)
food?
human- cuddle. Memememememememememememe...
birdy?
*scratch, hiss- claw! poke poke pokepoke POKE!*
*hiss*
food, food-
yawn...
cuddle?
Memememememmemememememememmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...
...ME!
drinky...
zzzZZZzzzZzzzZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...
food?
*purr*
... zZz.
Cats are beautiful, but- honestly. Things like that are just yuk. You get the natural world a bit too close for comfort.The egyptians worshiped cats for a reason, they seem so inscrutable and sophistically detached from everything... Everyone who's ever owned a cat know that you don't really own a cat, it owns you... and allows you to groom and serve it. If they could talk, they'd probably be too lazy to tell you anything. I think they secretly view you as just another odd, big cat- a big auntie, perhaps.
Cats are awesome because like little slyboots they can squeeze themselves into the tiniest little spaces where you never imagined them being able to go- I thought my friend's cat had escaped out the window when I was cleaning her flat (hoovering, actually-) while she was on holiday once, I was mortified and spent three hours searching through every crack, nook and cranny of the place- nope, no kitty. I ran out and searched the entire yard of the estate, calling and pleading and hoping it'd appear like magic out of nowhere although I feared the very worst, that it'd be run over by a car or got poked with sticks by mean little brats miaowing out for help with noone to save it... As the clock ticked another two hours, I'd given up all hope and knew all was lost, I'd lost the cat and would lose the friendship and get all the blame and all because I forgot to shut the window, how idiotic can you be? I literally tried to kick myself. With the weight of all the cat's lost nine lives upon my shoulder I dragged myself upstairs and back in the flat, all tears and snot and guilt and collapsed in a chair, ready to face my fate as cat-losing judas, when I suddenly heard a bump and a purr and saw a snout peeking out from behind the massive sofabed which I'd previously searched so thoroughly without finding anything, a massive wooden-framed IKEA monstrosity with just a tiny little slit between it and the wall, far too slim to contain any cat, I'd thought... But that's where the sly little pawface had been hiding all along! Needless to say despite my disdain for the furry thing (it was a very aggressive and unneutered male cat which spent every living moment of my visit obsessively bumping into my legs and crotch trying to make cat-human babies with me, and you had to literally fling it off), I got so happy I couldn't help exclaiming a little happy scream of joy at the sight of the lost kitten son no longer lost but found, only for it to dart back to its hidingplace and staying there for two more hours, it even resisted my attempts to coax it out with food and toys... Strange furry little things.
It later endeared itself to me again as I was leaving the evening my friend got back home and it followed us into the room where I'd been sleeping (I always kept the door closed because I'm a bit allergic to the hairs and it was really keen to follow me everywhere but I denied it access to the room, so it was SO curious and had butted its nose against the door for days, trying to get in-), and the windows were curtainless and huge and it was getting dark so we had a panorama view of the entire city as the sun set, and it followed us to the window but it was too high up on the wall so it couldn't see, whereupon the clever little thing steps up on its two back legs, zwooooop! stretches its body upwards like the Longcat or a telescope neck from Alice In Wonderland, and stays there swaying back and forth, head tilting from side to side like some alien catsnake or an inquistive lemur... It was the strangest thing I'd ever seen. I never knew cats could stretch their bodies like that! Almost defying gravity. No wonder it could fit in a tiny little slit behind the sofa thing, it's the SPACE MASTER!
I saw the film Catwoman the other day, mainstream Sillywood nonsense but surprisingly entertaining nevertheless... The scene where you see her transformation- mutation into Catwoman, the cat-human hybrid, was very well done- The way she suddenly became acutely hyper aware of every tiny little detail around her, sight smell sounds... Everything sped up and intensified.
And the woman wotshername who played the Fisher family mum in Six Feet Under as some sort of eccentric old cat lady who really turned out to be the guardian of an ancient female cat cult, guardian and keeper of the age-old wisdom of the half-cat chosen ones. Nice touch. A bit of magic and feminine power there.
Cats are nice and I'm sad when people aren't nice to cats. I think we can learn a lot about a society from how it treats its weakest elements, that includes animals.
Meowmeow...
*purr*
(oh, look- a shiny dangling object! must investigate-)
food?
human- cuddle. Memememememememememememe...
birdy?
*scratch, hiss- claw! poke poke pokepoke POKE!*
*hiss*
food, food-
yawn...
cuddle?
Memememememmemememememememmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...
...ME!
drinky...
zzzZZZzzzZzzzZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...
food?
*purr*
... zZz.
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souljacker
innit
Cats are evil and should be wiped off the face of the planet immediately.
Human beings are far worse in terms of ecological impact.
Idaho
continuity character
Yes, and the spread of domesticated cats is one of our impacts.
So is the spread of rats, goats, rabbits, and dogs (feral or otherwise).
maya
timewasting fool (in every universe)
Alternatively, if nothing else works to get rid of the mouse, you can play this:
Pepino, oh, you little mouse, oh, won't you go away
Find yourself another house to run around and play
You scare my girl, you eat my cheese, you even drink my wine
I try so hard to catch you but you trick me all the time
Pepino, oh, you little mouse, oh, won't you go away
Find yourself another house to run around and play
You scare my girl, you eat my cheese, you even drink my wine
I try so hard to catch you but you trick me all the time
Finely chopped garlic and onion is always the best start.
