Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Of mouses and moles

Planted my dahlias in a raised bed. I watered them.
The water went down this hole. Lots of water went down the hole.

Half a lake went down the hole. Take that mole from hell.

The cat's not doing his job.

So I dumped a bunch of cayenne pepper down the hole! Watered some more to get it down in there, then dumped some more at the top.

Then the cat, Gello, brought us a live little mouse to play with on the back deck on Sunday. What a sweet guy.

We close all doors, keep your toy outside please!

Ten minutes later the fatal, "SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!"

Mouse poppers. Gello gets really weird after a kill, like he's totally spaced on caffeine or something. It must be a real rush.

Today it will be 85 degrees in Seattle. That's ridiculous.
The cat will not be hunting, when it gets this hot, he collapses, as do we.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Wuss! Wuss! 85. Pah. I faht in your general 85 direction. Hah. She said.

Mouse poppers. What a fiend that Gello is. Give him an ear scratch for me.

The Froth