And It Begins....

With the fall approaching, the mice being to approach as well. They have begun looking for more luxurious homes after their time in the fields. Unfortunately, that means that they have come to live with me...
A few days ago as I first woke up, I spotted a dead mouse in my kitchen. Being a squirmy girl, I had to call Bill to save me from the obviously very ferocious dead baby mouse. From that point on, they have made more of a presence. Every now and then, I will spot a fuzzy little brown dot scurrying across my living room. While I do admit that they are cute, I do not want them in my house. Therefore, I have begun thinking of taking drastic measures. A cat.
There is a stray cat that has taken to living at the house. Bill and Jodi named her Midnight, started feeding her, and just recently began letting her into the house. This cat is a killer. At first I didn't know if she hated me or liked me because she was leaving decapitated baby rabbits on my front door. In cat world, that can be taken as a serious threat or as a present.
Anyway, I'm hoping to win Midnight over so I can hire her as a mercenary. She'll show those mice why they ever learned to fear the word 'cat'. Until that point, I have had to enlist other help. Sculpin, a 7-year-old, blue-eyed beauty has been guarding my house. She is one of the sweetest dogs in the kennel, at least towards humans; towards all other manner of small animals, she is terror. Last night, Sculpin bravely lay on my couch, getting her stomach rubbed, as she surveyed the living room waiting to strike. We didn't see any mice last night. I'm taking that to mean that she did her job.

Sculpin

The war with the mice will continue on and I swear to use any and all measures necessary to eradicate them from my lovely home. Here kitty kitty.