Tom's been away all week, being all business-y in the nation's capital. Sarah and I have been entertaining ourselves as best we can. But I unexpectedly found that I had a roommate for a couple nights.
Martha the cat had quite a good time catching, petting and releasing him. Repeatedly. She just loves her some rodents. (Naturally, she only eats the ones she finds outdoors. I'm pretty sure she believes any that make their way inside are her pets. Because that's what she does: catches them and pets them. And then lets them go. It's almost sweet.)
Shortly after this photo was taken, Sarah named my roomie Mr. Fuzzy Cutie and asked to keep him. Fortunately, she wasn't terribly upset about his being released into the wild. He was last seen galloping north across Elm Street.
But never fear, I was not left alone for long. Mr. Fuzzy Cutie's family has been building condos in the walls and, from location of the scratching and squealing we hear at night, possibly the pellet stove chimney. Thoughtful little guys, aren't they? Keeping me company like this.
So. Anyone have any favorite rodent-catching tips?