Although the hoi polloi may say that all tables taste alike, the discerning palate can always detect the signs of an exceptional table. Is the wood supple, yielding to the teeth? Are there unpleasant afternotes of varnish? Splinters?
Table Tasting Tips
Maybe it’s like chewing on a pencil, but better.
I never liked chewing on pens/pencils.
He’s cute enough, though; I’d let him chomps.
Boop!
That face! Those thoughtful, appealing eyes!
Puppy is teething. Or that’s what he wants us to think.
I love shibas. They’re so mischievous and of course easy on the eyes.
There’s no good place for this update, so here goes anyway: I couldn’t figure out why Bibi was bouncing up and down like I hadn’t given her her snacko when I knew I had. Turns out there was a dead mouse curled up in her bed. ???!!!???
Guess whose bed and blankie are in the wash right now.
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Ewwww! I don’t mind live mice, well maybe not in the house but dead ones gross me out, reminds me of high school biology class.
Ewww is right. Poor Bibi. Wonder if she brought it in (doubtful, I know) or if mousie made itself at home. Had a similar problem with something that died in my pool filter the other day along with a deceased bird in the pool itself. Since I had already fished out the bird with the skimmer (yuck!!), I had hubby do the cleanup duty on whatever was in the filter. Now I go out each day to double check there’s no other surprises waiting for me. Dealing with that is just blech.
I live in a high-rise apartment building in NYC. Mousie showed up on its own, probably came up through the wall and found a hole somewhere. This is normal for city life, and better a mouse than a rat. I have no idea what mousie died of. Possibly poison ingested somewhere. It was a plump little thing, so not of starvation. I don’t think Bibi had anything to do with it except to alert me.
I didn’t smell anything till I picked the little corpse up (in a paper towel) and disposed of it (suitably attired in a tied-up garbage bag) down the building’s compactor chute. Now I can’t get the smell out of my nose, and I suspect both bed and blankie (which together caused my washer to overflow and flood the floor) are goners. We’ll see once they’re dry.
One of the building porters was just here with a wet vac to pull the moisture out of my floorboards. Bibi had fun trying to kill the vacuum monster.
Ya know, I could use a lot less off-stage drama in my life. The drama on-stage is all I signed up for.
Oh my goodness, talk about the “gift” that kept on giving. I used to live in NYC (various locations in Queens) and understand completely about 4 legged roommates.
Funniest incident was when I had a pet bird and used to toss it’s used seed in a coffee can but didn’t have a cover for it. One day I realized, a mouse had figured out it was an all you can eat buffet and had dived head first into. Called the landlord to deal with it (we were 3 20-something females so of course we didn’t want to handle it) and he comes running in the apartment with a bb gun rifle. Oh, much pandemonium ensued. Finally, he did lay down some traps and we rid the apartment of the unwanted guests.
Drama indeed. I tell my clowder that if a mouse ever enters our house, they’re all getting fired.
Allein’s mouse story reminds me of a favorite David Sedaris tale, where he’s drowning a mouse in a bucket when some Scandinavians stop to ask for directions.
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You should definitely let her sleep with you tonight.
Stars once caught a tiny mouse when I was catsitting. I saw her sitting looking down at something gray on the floor; I thought it was a hairball at first but when I walked over to her she grabbed it and ran across the room with it. I caught her after she dropped it and of course Stripes wanted to see, too. I thought it was dead but then it turned over and started screeching. 😢 I grabbed a couple small paper plates from the kitchen and used one to gently scoop him onto the other and went to take him outside.
Then the pizza guy showed up.
And I didn’t want to put the plate down because the cats might try to get it. I can only imagine what he told his coworkers when he got back to the restaurant. (I put the plate down on the porch so I could pay him, and brough the pizza in, then laid the mouse under a plant in front of the house. Checked about ten minutes later and poked him gently with a stick and he moved away, but a little later when I checked again he had expired. In the morning he was gone, so I guess someone had a snack. 😕
Pizza guy … I wonder what he thought?
Bibi sleeps wherever she likes. At least the mouse wasn’t in her other official-type dog bed, which is her fave. That’s the one that her foster mom gave her. It stinks, but at least not of dead mouse. The dead-mouse bed used to be Ricky’s. I think its time may have come. I’m kind of afraid to open the dryer to check.
I don’t know…he didn’t say anything.
Dog bed seems to be dead-mouse smell-free. Blankie is getting another wash and then it still smells, out it goes.
Yeesh, what a night.
True story, back in the day I moved into an apartment to await my divorce. I had two Siamese at the time and of course all of the paraphernalia that goes with them including many toys. I wake up one morning and wander out into the living room stepping over various squeaky and feather toys when I notice one particular toy that seemed new. A rather life like mousie toy. And think you can guess what happened next, on closer examination it turns out to be a real dead mouse. Without a scratch on him. I’m guessing that my meezers “played” with him until the “batteries” ran out. Or he came scamping in, saw two pairs of blue eyes and just gave if the ghost right then and there!!!
When Stars caught that little mouse I didn’t see any visible injury on him. I assumed she caused some internal injuries that he couldn’t survive.