Monday, July 4, 2005

Body count

In honor of the 4th of July, our cat brought us tribute. One large rat (dead--stone cold dead, with his little ratty feet pointed to the sky and a dreadful grimace). One mouse, teeny tiny and very much alive. It managed to escape its captor and the clutches of our very own psycho kitty from hell. After removing the predators, I boosted up the couch while my husband (rodent undertakes and extricator) attempted to catch it in one of those reusable "Glad" containers. We were too slow. It then escaped into the heater vent, which we now fear will issue forth a horrific stench upon its next use. We're skeptical, however, that we can entice this creature out of the heating system and back into the house, where it would immediately become prey to all three cats and my husband, armed with his knock-off Tupperware.

Given the current despicable state of the union, the rampant fundamentalism, outright deception, arrogance, hubris, and general backlash, rodent seems as appropriate a topic for the national anniversary as any other. By that I don't mean to cheapen the human suffering around the globe. We were all God's creatures, once upon a time. Weren't we?

2 Comments:

At 11:29 PM , Blogger bitchphd said...

Nice little essay!

We found mouse turds in the laundry the other day. Which really annoys me, b/c our cat is such a good hunter. Why is she not doing her job??

 
At 10:30 AM , Blogger Dorcasina said...

Thanks. Oh god--I hope PK doesn't get wind of this day of sad rodent sagas. Maybe we could capture the stowaway and swap him for a piano?

 

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