Over on Mama2my6pack Dawn posts regularly (with pics) the choice food finds her kids hide in obscure & not so obscure places. I hate to admit it but my household can outdo her. (Issi, I hold you personally responsible!)Sunday morning I tottered downstairs after the hellish 2 nights I'd just had with my lungs deciding to pack it in, as they insist on doing whenever an infection hits my chest. I pop my single slice of toast in the toaster & the smell of singed hair assails my nostrils. With 3 females & plenty of long hair floating around the house I don't think anything of it & while I butter my toast ask the Ditz if she will please look for the offending hair & remove it.
If you have a week stomach DO NOT READ ON. What Ditz found in my toaster was a mouse. That's right, a mouse, all wedged between the wires & smoking nicely. I was not well. I was promptly less well. So pleased I never did take that first bite of toast.
I had a serious meltdown. The wretched cat has been picking off a mouse nest one by one for weeks, batting the poor little things all over the house then leaving revolting remains for unsuspecting persons to step on in the dark!
Now I am perfectly happy for the animal to catch & eat the vermin who have no business living in my house. I seriously object to him putting one in my toaster. Not happy, Iss.
The Ditz, who is a wonderful little person, took the toaster away & removed the mouse ~ except for the tail which inexplicably was glued to a wire. I had a horrible 1/2 hour trying to scub the insides of the toaster ~ an exercise in frustration ~ while trying to decide how much hot soapy water anywhere on the wretched thing was too much.
Iss, no more mice in the toaster, ok?
4 comments:
oh my ROFL :-P
okay, i shouldn't laugh - i mean, this was obviously not a pleasant experience for you, and considerably less even for the mouse, but as someone with five cats of her own... this made me grin from ear to ear.
>^..^<
Want a 6th cat? I will have to fish out the best cat & rat story of all for you. I love my cats but can do without the gruesomeness.
Lovely: I've just had cat hair in my toaster to date, courtesy of my longhaired white cat. I don't want to know how (or why) she put it in there.
The worst cooked animal story I have is the time my niece cooked up some 2-minute noodles with huntsman spider topping for me. She'd been wondering where the spider was as she hadn't seen it for a few days (apparently it was a regular in the kitchen). Why it decided to hang out in the electric jug is anybody's guess.
Hey Siano. Glad to see you found your password!
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