I don’t know what was so interesting down the stairs, but the cat stayed in the position for, like, 5 minutes. And the dog just stared at the cat. The showdown ended when the dog decided…screw it, I got to know what is so cool down there and went around the cat and down the stairs. He was back 5 seconds later, looking puzzled.

My poor, poor mistreated dog. (For reference, see my post here.)

Oreo

Today I arrived home to see one of those door hangers on my door. You know the ones that let you know that someone ‘offical’ had been by while you were gone and did ‘offical’ business? Yep, those ones.

This one was about my dog. Apparently one of our lovely neighbors decided to call animal control on us because we leave our dog out during the day. This particular love letter informed us that we were in violation of animal control law because we did not have a dog house or bed and no sustenance. Our dog Oreo, is apparently a victim of neglect. Really. Read the rest of this entry »

Squirrels made a nest in our attic. Bad luck for the squirrels because as soon as they were spotted my husband (heretofore known as J) they became enemy number one. A plan was hatched was to evict them. But first we had to let our landlord know that they were there and that they needed to be gone.

Our landlord is pretty cool guy, and my husband is a good at fixing things. So our landlord was all hey if you can get rid of them be my guest, but if not let me know and I will call someone to take care of it. As soon J heard that he was ready to put his plan in action.

(Somewhat related: A couple of years ago, we went to Lowe’s because we had moles digging in our yard and I asked for something to get rid of them. The saleslady pointed to the repellent that the store carries. It was then that I made myself clear: I did not want to repel the moles, I wanted them dead. She told me they didn’t have what I was looking for. WHATEVER)

First part of the plan was to see what kind of squirrel colony we were dealing with. Obviously, we wanted to avoid disturbing of squirrel artist colony or something. Turns out to be a mother and three young (not babies, but almost full grown adult squirrels).

Phase one of the plan was for J to cut-off their escape route, cause there is nothing you want more when dealing with rodents is to back them in a corner. Right.

Phase two was to unleash eight pounds of hell of there in attic. This finely tuned killing machine had been known to take out baby rabbits and other rodents, so we were sure that it was in excellent condition to rid of us of this single mother and her freeloading ways. That was when we unleashed the….wait for it…..wait some more…..ready?…..COOKIE!

Yes, this fearsome cat was to be our rodent-killer. If you have not seen a picture of this cat, I recently featured her on my daily picture here.

Needless to say our killer cat failed us. Once she was launched into the attic to carry out the hit on her mark, she proceeded to meow. And meow. Until J took her back out.

Plan B- call a humane exterminator. He came out the next day.

Lesson learned.

The fearsome hitman (hitcat?) known by the street name Cookie.

Cookie the cat

As if to say, please stop taking pictures of me.

You can see from this picture that my cat is plotting my demise. Be afraid, be very afraid