At first it was just the rotten core of a green pepper laying on the welcome mat in our entryway. Then it was a couple of old lemon wedges and an eggshell.
Shit. A mouse. I hate mice.
I was wondering what I was going to do about the issue considering we have a stupid, stupid cat, Sherlock, that would get his paws, tail, and face stuck in any snap traps, and would get his paws, tails, and face stuck in any glue traps, and would take every opportunity to nibble on any poison that we put out for the mice. Why? Because he’s dumber than the dumbest member of the graduating class of Dumb Dumberdumb’s School for Dumb-Dumbs.
As I’m contemplating what to do about the mouse and the lead singer of Dumb Dumber and Dumbettes I her the now familiar sound of Sherlock jumping onto the counter and stepping into our sink.
See, the cat’s got a hard-on for water. He drinks it more than he eats his food, so he pees like 92374 times a day. He’s always playing in our sinks and trying to will water to flow from the faucets. He even jumps in the shower when we’re done so he can play in the remaining water. It’s really retarded of him, but I guess it’s better than him playing with his own poop, which he also sometimes does.
Anyway, I look over to the sink to see exactly what he’s about to break, and I can’t see him. So I stand up and walk into the kitchen to see him up to his shoulder with his paw down the drain, into the garbage disposal. After a few swipes of his paw he manages to pull out a handful of rotten lettuce that I thought I had ground up in the disposal the night before.
So, now my cat is not just dumb, but he’s also a hobo aquaphile scat-freak. Awesome.
For a dollar I’ll let him come over to your house and eat your garbage while he plays with his poop in your sink.
That’s hilarious. Sherlock sounds awesome, do you have a picture of him? My cat is the same way when it comes to water - she’ll barge in the bathroom and must get in the shower as soon as someone has gotten out of it. Crazy cats.
I’m actually not going to mock you for talking about your cat here. After reading the first three sentences, I immediatly suspected your cat. Mice can’t move shit that big. Rats? Maybe.
There’s mouse traps now that will spin shut once the mouse is completely inside–might be cat-safe, try taking a look if you need a trap.
Our dog jumped into the tub when there was still an inch of water in the bottom of it yesterday… Realize please that this is a dog of 70lbs. She’s a nut.
The Siamese used to jump into the shower while someone was using it. But she doesn’t really appreciate being wet, so that stopped. Course, she also fell into the tub while it was in use, too. She used to stand on the edge of the tub and watch.
Shouldn’t the cat be killing the mice though? If there are any… Maybe that’s what he’s really playing with when you think it’s his poop.
ACW, my cats are really into water, too. Ansel, my baddest cat, likes to play in the tub when I’m done, and has even learned how to turn on the faucets in the bathroom while he sleeps in the sink.
Weirdo cat.
my cat likes to lick my feet dry after i step out of the shower. this usually results in me running frantically away from her screaming “ew ew ew!” while my towel falls and trips me and then she pounces and sandpapers me to death… okay not so much the to the death part. but you know.
it’s still icky.
i think siamese are bath voyeurs, because i have had TWO that did that.
and sherlock sounds “colorful,” not dumb.
maybe the cat just likes to confuse you, in preperation for the big plan.
Charlie likes to walk the edge of the tub between the shower curtain and the liner whenever I am showering. He whimpers and cries until I turn off the water. Then he jumps into the tub, walks around, then jumps out. He then sits on the floor towel and proceeds to lick his paws. Also, anytime I go to the kitchen he jumps onto the counter and sits at the sink until I turn on the faucet. I have to turn just the right amount of water flow, though, or he gets upset. I love him.
I have two regular old stripy cats that have water & voyeur problems. they both hang out in the bathroom when I shower and the new guy tries to drink the hot, salty, aromatherapy-y bath water -while I’m still in it!!!!! EWWWWWW!
cats are bizarro. if I didn’t learn a lot of new grappling moves from watching them, I’d kick ‘em out.
ha ha ha ha…my orange kitty loves water too but he was never so desparate as to attempt to see what was in the garbage disposal.
My kitty actually likes it when you pour water on him. I was trying to create an aversion to water by pouring a glass of water on him and hopefully cure him of his water obsession. Now when he sees me with a glass of water, he begs. Freak cat.
Sounds like he’d be in good company up here. My friend’s cat, Topher, is somewhat of a “special” cat, if cats can be special. He loves water–in fact, he’s a stray who was found in a swimming pool. She can’t train him too much because he loves water and just purrs if she spritzes him. He jumps into the shower with her, runs into the litter box, and then acts all distraught when he has dried up clumps of litter stuck in between his toes. He bats at her eyes when she sleeps (we think it’s because he’s watching her REM sleep), and because he may have been taken away from his mama cat too early, he still suckles. He’ll dig through her hair at night and start to suck her neck. It’s nuts. I love cat stories, though.
So I was reading this at work (shh! No I wasn’t!) and had to try real hard not to laugh out loud. Dumb cat stories always get me, I guess, although your cat sounds much smarter than you give him credit for.
I too have a very stupid cat. It fell off a balcony as a kitten and I think it landed on its head. So when I got mice I got inventive and made my own trap. It didn’t work, mind you, but it’s hours of fun. Get a bucket, half fill it with water. Make steps out of books that lead up to the bucket. Place a piece of cheese in an empty longneck beer bottle. Spread cooking oil all over the bottle neck. Balance the bottle with the cheese end hanging over the bucket. The theory is, the mouse will smell the cheese, run up the steps, walk onto the bottle to get to the cheese, and slip on the oil and drown in the bucket of water.