Ribh's D'Coopage

[Ribh]

Regan has it all worked out!

She really does. Everyone is out in the Big Run now though.

 

[MaryJanet]

I need so many emojis for this! I have rescued so many mice because I can't stand to hear them cry. I'm such a wimp! Blossom is the ants!

Hahaha I'm so glad I'm not the only rescuer! I had prepared myself for mockery and you didn't give me any

 

[RoyalChick]

I need so many emojis for this! I have rescued so many mice because I can't stand to hear them cry. I'm such a wimp! Blossom is the ants!

I grab them from the jaws or paws of the cats and carry them by their tails and fling them outside. Once outside I assume the make straight for the Chicken Palace.
But, I am nearly done with my Palace rodent-proofing. If it weren’t for the now 3’ of snow covering the foundation I would be done.

 

[Ribh]

Hahaha I'm so glad I'm not the only rescuer! I had prepared myself for mockery and you didn't give me any

It's rats I don't like & I've got some great mice stories.

OD was in the habit of leaving her shoes dropped wherever she took them off & nothing I said made any difference until she found the Greatest Cat Ever [aka Issi] scrabbling in the toes of one after the mouse he'd lost down there. Mousie went outside. The shoes finally went where they belonged after much cleaning! The Man is not so sentimental & sets traps when we get a plague. As a tease he waggled a very dead mouse in a trap under Issi's nose as Issi notoriously wasn't doing his job. The next morning Issi pranced up to the man with a very much alive mouse in his jaws & promptly batted it around the man to show him what a fine hunter he was. Naturally the mouse escaped. Poor Issi never lived it down & we still laugh about it.

 

[Ribh]

I grab them from the jaws or paws of the cats and carry them by their tails and fling them outside. Once outside I assume the make straight for the Chicken Palace.
But, I am nearly done with my Palace rodent-proofing. If it weren’t for the now 3’ of snow covering the foundation I would be done.

You are braver than I. I have to herd them into a bucket or something.

 

[RoyalChick]

You are braver than I. I have to herd them into a bucket or something.

I keep pairs of leather work gloves around for this purpose. Just in case eithe cat or mouse think of using their teeth on me.

 

[Ribh]

I keep pairs of leather work gloves around for this purpose. Just in case eithe cat or mouse think of using their teeth on me.

Yes, I can handle most things but I'm not up for a mouse bite.

 

[LaFemmeKatia]

Let me outta here...

They are such a pretty flock.

 

[LaFemmeKatia]

It's Caturday!!

Here's Blossom's photo

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Actually I have a photostory to share and I'm sharing it in reverse.

It's the story of the time I outsmarted a rat that was almost as big as I was (if my size were measured in terms of my bravery in the face of a large mouse/small rat/possibly a marsupial I was unable to recognise in my heightened emotional state).

Subtitle: Thursday Evening.

You've already seen how things ended up, Blossom blissfully napping on the bed and dimly wondering why I was so late turning in.

Ten minutes prior, I had put a chair outside, got myself a long stick, kneeled upon the chair, and used the stick to release John the Slightly Disabled Rat (little rat or big mouse or possibly a marsupial) from under the big sieve. Here is a photo of his dash into the night. Taken while kneeling on the chair.

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Prior to this John had spent several long moments contemplating his options and releasing a poop.

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"Why is John the Slightly Disabled Rat (Or Mouse or Marsupial) on that delightfully kitsch placemat with giant land chickens on it?", I imagine you pondering.

I had decided to slip the placemat under the sieve to entrap John and safely carry him outside.

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Bless him, he really tried to work with me on the whole relocation project! He was a star teammate!

It was good to know I could rely on John because prior to my placemat scheme, I had been inching the sieve along the hall, little by little, come on John, a little further. It was taking a long time, but throughout it all, he did the best he could but eventually he hadn't the geart for movement and that's when I knew I had to find a way carry him to the finish line.

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I like that photo because it shows how huuuuuge (tiny) he was.

And all of this happened because I was enjoying a doco on Virginia Woolf and hadn't noticed it was dark oursideand had left the backdoor open.

When I heard it...

Miaoooow

Miaooooooooow

Chomp

Squuuuueeeeeeeaaaaaaaakkkkkkk please don't crunch me up Blossom!!!!!!

I leapt up and freaked out. A heavy mixing bowl was dropped over the injured party. Blossom was banished to the bedroom. Flares were sent up in the form of a flurry of text messages. Plans were made. Bowl was swapped for sieve. John's injuries were assessed. The possibility of adopting a slightly disabled rat/mouse/marsupial gave rise to his name, John, and was dismissed.

The drama unfolded.

John was released and in my imagination I was singing Born free as free as the wind blows...

And the cat slept on.

Unperturbed.

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I love a happy ending! < sigh >

 

[Ribh]

They are such a pretty flock.

Thank you. I think so too but then I would, wouldn't I?