The Two Brooms

Quite soon after moving into this house, we learned that there would be a need for two brooms. Apparently, our cat decided that she needed to rid the neighborhood of all vermin. Upon arising nearly every morning for two months, we would find an innocent mouse or two laying on our walkway. The cat was so proud of herself that she would lay the sweet murdered rodents in nearly the same spot each day for us to find. (I suppose if we were her cat family, we would be impressed.) Jimmy's job was to dispose of the little bodies before Jackson had a chance to see them. That only lasted a few days before Jackson decided to run out to find out if we had, yet another, gift waiting for us.

Once Jackson became involved that was the start of the mouse funerals and a whole new way to take care of the bodies. This is when the broom was only allowed outside and designated for mice only.




The mice had to be buried, but not before a prayer was given for their tiny little souls. We now have a mouse graveyard in our backyard. Luckily for us, not so much for the mouse population of our neighborhood, we believe that our cat has successfully taken care of the problem and haven't seen a mouse in over a month. One morning we did have a gift of a sweet little bunny, may he RIP, but that is the last we have seen for quite some time.

This wild side of our cat did not help, however, when we had a little creature living in our kitchen. As you may remember, we thought it was a squirrel. We were wrong.



I have to say that I was pretty proud of the fact that I trapped this little chipmunk by myself. This is Jackson telling the story of our resident rodent and his journey to freedom.