The reason? They were not doing their job.
Their job? To eliminate quickly any rodents that make it into the house past the outside cats.
The past week or so I have come home from work and noticed each day that things had been pushed around or knocked off of a book shelf in our dining room. I thought it was because that is where the catnip stuffed scratching pad is located, and that the cats had sniffed a little too much and knocked stuff over. Then last night I came home and saw Pete Cat, Josey Kitty and Lucy Kitty all standing to attention with their heads and twitching whiskers aimed toward the bookcase and I thought oh no, not a mouse!
Now you have to understand we live on a farm and mice are a part of living in the country, I have dealt with mice all of my life and still do not like them… at all. I am fully convinced that dead mice will come back to life when I pick them up to dispose of them, I check my shoes everyday before putting them on and if I see a live mouse I tend to climb onto the nearest piece of furniture, quickly much to the entertainment of my family. Before Greg and I left last evening to go out, I pulled Lucy Kitty aside and told her in no uncertain terms that she could not leave the mouse hunting to Pete and Josey, (Pete just plain doesn’t get the job done and Josey is too inexperienced) I told her I expected that mouse to be dealt with and soon. She looked at me and meowed her agreement to get the job done.
Fast forward to this afternoon, I come home from running errands, and am on the phone making an appointment for a medical test when I see Pete Cat coming briskly (that was my first clue, because Pete doesn’t do anything briskly anymore) across the floor straight to me with something hanging out of his mouth. When he gets to me, he of course opens his mouth and the mouse who of course is still alive, scampers drunkenly off in one direction while I politely screech and explain to the lady on the other end of the phone what is happening, all of this while I head for the kitchen and my perch on the kitchen sink. She starts to tell me about the ant problem she is having at her house and we debate the differences between mice and ants. I eventually get my appointment made and hang up the phone, after wishing her good luck with her ant problem.
I cautiously climb off of my sink perch and head to the dining room to see what is happening. There I find, Pete and Josey playing soccer with the mouse, who is still alive but probably not feeling too good at this point. They bat it back and forth until they reach the living room where they promptly lose it. Where is Lucy the Queen Bee and Mouse Catcher Extradinaire during all of this, sitting on her perch just watching with a very bored expression on her face. I remind her of our agreement and gently toss her in the general direction of where the mouse was last seen and where Pete and Josey are frantically searching, Lucy being a cat who only does what she wants, when she wants turns right around and jumps back up where she was when I rudely disturbed her. It was at that point that I decided to fire the cats for not doing their primary job and that upstairs would be a very good place for me to be. When I left the dining room Lucy was on her perch, Pete and Josey were coming up with another mouse catching game plan and the mouse was laying still alive in the middle of the dining room floor. Once the thumps stop I will talk my self into going back downstairs, grab a broom and finish what the cats have left undone unless of course Greg comes home first….