Welcome to the first installment, part 1 of 2, of Life in the Country, a Tale of Kitty Woe — and Rescue.
Once upon a time in the country, a girl moved there from the big city (she’d left to escape the hustle and bustle, the pollution and crowds; mostly she left to escape the cockroaches and the humidity). Anyhoo, being sensitive to chemicals she refused to let Mr. Lyons use them. “Stomp these newfangled country bugs,” she told him. “Don’t spray them. Think of the cats–they consider the creepy crawlies their toys. Besides, we’re a new breed now, country folk. Time to toughen up.”
Which worked for a while. Moths make for good entertainment and the surprisingly colorful grasshoppers were plentiful and big enough to eat (for the cats, that is; even battered in beer and dipped in chocolate, our authoress wouldn’t touch those with a ten-foot fork).
A foot-long centipede in the kitchen? Worth a scream but Zorro found it and Mr. Lyons routed it.
A wolf spider in the litter box? Sonora found that one and this new country gal routed it all by her lonesome, cussing like a bucked-off bronc rider all the while.
Cute at first (after all, they only possess four legs not eight, and they have fur not scales, no panic-worthy stinger, just a nice loooong tail). Traps in the laundry room worked but not for long. (Long? Ha! Made you think of mouse tales didn’t it?) But with multiple mice come that worst of all vermin: mice poopies. Ugh! That was so not go to work and neither were the traps, so…
Time to bring in reinforcements, aka, Outside Cat. Meet Tucker, mouse (& Quail) Hunter Extraordinaire:
Next time Tucker will share a tale of woe and rescue. Meanwhile, head butts and purrs to you!
When she’s not hollering for Mr. Lyons to stomp scorpions or wrangling ornery cats, Larissa’s writing. More info on her latest projects can be found at LarissaLyons.com.