Living in the country, you get used to creepy crawlies, including those that like to come visit you inside the home (and there are so many!). For the most part, I like to think I am pretty good at handling these visitors. Yes, there is the occasional screaming-running-hiding scenario, but these episodes are becoming increasingly fewer and farther between.
The problem is that Pistachio (of course!) likes my screaming-running-hiding bit. He thinks it’s great fun because he likes to scream-run-hide with me. Okay, maybe not hide as much as “tag you’re it!” So he is constantly looking for ways to kickstart this game, which partially explains his ongoing need to bring me squirrels, opossum, and even woodchucks that are still half alive. It also explains why I am very loud when I open the door to let Pistachio go running outside (and I like to believe that the furries outside recognize my warning system).
Yet despite all my efforts, Pistachio has apparently found a new way to invoke the screaming-running-hiding game. After seeing how much attention I focus on the cats when they discover a mousie, Pistachio has put two and two together, resulting in four little scampering feet and one long tail. Not content to let the cats have all the fun, Pistachio has started chasing mousies too. Fortunately most of his chases are outside.
Unfortunately, he has decided that he wants to bring the chases inside. On more than one occasion I have found Pistachio sitting at the back door, waiting to come inside, a mousie in his mouth. And let’s be honest: Pistachio hasn’t quite mastered the finesse required to carry a mouse without killing it. So now my back stoop is littered with dead mousies.
But perhaps he is learning finesse after all. (I’ve always said Pistachio is nothing if not intelligent.) At this very moment, he is on the couch, whining loudly at the back kitchen door, which is closed to keep two of my cats in the back entryway. Baby and Jack, my two best mousers, are on the hunt, trying to catch the extremely healthy mouse that Pistachio brought in this morning and unceremoniously dropped at my feet, which the mousie perceived as its saving grace and thus ran to hide between them. (I really do have to remember to wear slippers. Always.)
Maybe Pistachio just wanted to bring in a new friend. Maybe he wanted to give the cats a “just because” gift. Maybe he really does want to play the screaming-running-hiding game some more. Whatever his reason for creating a mousie drop at my back door, I’ve got to put the kabbash on it right now. Because I know Pistachio, and if I don’t stop this behavior soon, the next thing he will be trying to bring inside will be much, much bigger.