Delta Force Cat

The Cat struck again. He sat on guard in front of the DVD/VHS tape-holder-piece-of-furniture thingy all day yesterday and last night. I knew that meant he had smelled something and really believed there was something back there but I figured that was impossible since the furniture was right up against the wall with about a 1/4" space on top of the floor moulding. I know mice can squeeze into tiny spaces but there was no where for the mouse to go once it got back there...or so I thought. Around 8:00pm I pulled the furniture away from the wall but all I saw were some old cob webs and lots of dust (it hadn't been pulled out since it was first placed there on March 27th, 2007). I vacuumed behind it and then noticed that there was a space underneath the furniture piece. Since the vacuum didn't scare anything out, I then decided that there may have been something there at one time but it is now gone. That's right, I did not stoop down to look completely underneath the piece of furniture. Denial runs in the family.

This morning, The Cat was still sitting at attention. He hadn't moved since I went to bed. I mean that he was in the exact same position, he probably hadn't even blinked. I pulled the furniture out again to show him that there was nothing there and BAM! he flew right into the tiny space and came out with a mouse tail hanging from his mouth. He was like a little beige lightning bolt. He will now be known as Delta Force Cat. I thought about trying to get the mouse out of his mouth and into the garbage but Delta Force Cat demonstrated how that was not a plan he was agreeable with. He made such efficient use of the last one that I decided to let him keep it. I just hope he doesn't eat it on my bed.

Out of all the pest problems one can have, a rodent problem is definitely the easiest for me to deal with. Especially with Delta Force Cat around. If he doesn't get them, the D-Con does. I'll have to get into my furnace room and spray that foam insulate at every nook and cranny I can find.

This is an image that makes me giggle. Delta Force Cat, not the spray foam. It'll come in handy for the care conference today where the nurses and therapists will report in on dad's condition and then there will be discussion on what's to happen with him. I'm working on anger management techniques because, even though it feels good, yelling doesn't get anything done. No one listens to you when you yell. I'll have to be cool, calm and collected. Cool, calm and collected - cool, calm and collected....got it.