The thing about old houses is that you can’t keep the mice out. It’s a good excuse to keep several cats around.
Last week, I heard a noise in the kitchen. I peeked in and saw Rocky trying to catch a mouse.
I heard another noise and peeked back in. To my horror, I watched as he stuck his paw down into the toaster and popped a mouse out. He’s lucky the toaster was unplugged. I can only imagine fried mouse and cat. I’m guessing he grabbed it from behind the toaster with his paw and then dropped it right into the bread slot.
Anyhow, after it popped out, he grabbed it and carried his catch upstairs. Then he brought it back downstairs. Then he took it back upstairs. That’s the last I saw of it, so I assume the little rodent was toast. Bwahahahahaha–get it? Toaster? He’s toast?????
And I seriously need a new toaster.