Tuesday, July 15, 2008
I got my first kill! I got my first kill! Man oh man am I psyched! I've been smelling this mouse in the cabinet all day and Mom called Dad into investigate once I gave them the "sign" - that's when I go nuts, start whining, the whole shebang. Dad finally found the right cabinet, the one under the stove top where they hide the garbage from me. Dad took out the garbage and the little brown critter ran out towards the fridge, boy did Mom scream! It ran behind the fridge and Dad pulled it out a little bit, then a bit more, and a little bit more. Then he pulled out this bag that had fallen behind the fridge and it ran up the fridge power cord and sat on top of the plug for a bit. Dad grabbed an old cooler they don't use any more to try and catch it and it ran off and I was hot on it's tail! It hid itself in one of Dad's old Freebirds shirts and I was sniffing and sniffing and finally found the little bastard. I just bit down over and over until I made sure I had a good grip but I think I got the squeaker - it was a lot easier than when I have to dig it out of my normal toys. This kind of toy had some sauce that tasted kind of good, too. Dad made me drop it on the laundry room floor and now I don't know where it went. Dad did flush the toilet a couple of times, called me a really good boy and gave me a cookie! I was so excited I couldn't even eat it. Now I'm on the hunt for the next mouse - know where any more are?
