Little Miss Kitty

One day, my daughter asked if she could play outside and let her go without any question. Away she ran like a lightning, dash to her kitty and sit down with her. The day was sun-drenched yet a little breezy from the gloomy fall just around the corner. She played with her whole heart, not paying attention to time nor gusty wind brushing her hair. She visits the lemon tree; check the fruits to see how big they’ve grown. She loves the outdoor action and can’t seem to get enough even if she plays all day long.

She found this stray kitty caught in an old cooler, trapped inside for days we do not know how many. She was strolling around the house when she perceived the sound meowing, crying for help; followed this sound trail and led her to the cooler. She circled the cooler one time, wondering how a meow comes out of that. She was 4 then and can’t do much to save this poor little kitty that she wish she had as she’s been begging for one since she was three. She called out to me at the same time running with worry painted on her face, describing what she had heard inside the old cooler that has been laying for a month in the backyard and gave me her thoughts: Save the kitty. Together, we went to the cooler, tilt it a few times trying to find the right angle for the kitty to squeeze out and after a few tries – out came the kitty so scared with big wound around her hind legs. The kitty must have been caught between the sharp metal rotating motor while trying to escape.

My daughter took care of the kitty like a loving mommy, feed her and dress her wound with a tape. That was funny but she did what she thinks is right for the kitty. She would make sure the kitty had milk for the day and gently pet her, avoiding the wounded area.  After a day or two the wound starts to dry and kitty looks fine, better than the first day we got her out of the cooler. The Little Miss Kitty, now happy and home with me, decided to stay for good, a home she now calls her own.

Little Miss Kitty, a cat lover named the kitty Blossomed Rose. What a beautiful name indeed.

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A Mouse in my House

A day of surprise...

While sorting the clothes according to colors, before loading them in the washer, I heard the sound of a heavy fall! I was still holding this heavy denim jacket with my hands and look around to see if something fell on the floor and found nothing. Then I heard this tiny sound scurrying in the tub. A mouse jumps, trying to escape but failed. Oh no! A mouse in my house! My first thoughts were the words – hate, angry, and mad. I hate mouse, angry with mouse and mad with a cat. How can a mouse survive and exist in my house when we have two cats. I feel frustrated thinking it is the cats’ responsibility to keep mouse out of the house. Life is so full of surprises; I had an encounter with a raccoon too.

Finding a way out

At that moment, watching the mouse trying to escape was a learning lesson to me. The mouse see me eye to eye, must be wondering what a giant I was in size, but did not lose faith to escape. He sees the enemy in me and went around the tub to check if there is a way out. He stays still a few times, trying to think, to escape or to fight? He jumps as many times as he can and a few times landed on one arm rest of the tub, halfway the tub, jumps again for escape but ended up back on the bottom of the tub. Had the mouse jump from the higher end of the arm rest, he would have escaped!

My heart feels for the mouse

The mouse got my attention and felt sympathy. Maybe the mouse would be a good surprise to my daughter. The mouse changed my thoughts from anger to hmmm… might be a good idea to do something with the mouse, instead of spoiling my day because of a mouse. So, I went to look for a container to trap the mouse in. It took me a few minutes to capture the mouse. The last thing I would do is to let the mouse crawl on me and escape through me. Besides, I do not like the feel of a mouse crawling on me.

Capturing the mouse

I got this plastic container, 12 inch deep and 6 inch wide container and uncover it. Holding the container upside down, aimed for the mouse with the opening pointing down and trap the mouse, holding the container with one hand next to the bottom of the tub. I had a hard thick paper twice the size of the opening to slide it under the opening for temporary cover. What a perfect plan! I missed the first time and got out of the tub immediately for fear of the mouse. A giant fears a mouse? But is true! The mouse was smart too! So desperate to escape, he ended up hiding, squeezed into the jets! I needed a stick to poke him out but instead cling tightly. I have to change my plan and the second time, I aimed it with focus onto the jets, poke him with a stick and got him in, slide the thick paper under subsequently pick up the lid to cover the container tightly. I recorded a video to see what a mouse would do when caught. It was a desperate cry for escape.


Somebody got a surprise

Anyway, when my daughter came home, she was eager to see what the surprise of the day is, closes her eyes and waited patiently. The moment she opened her eyes, she was jumping with joy for she had been wishing to have a pet mouse. Ask her why, they are so cute is her answer. She named the mouse Brownie. We fed the mouse a spider and was happy to finish it all. However, the container turned blurry the next day and we decided to let the mouse go. The mouse was cute but needs to be in the right place. She had a full day of fun with Brownie and it was another day in the life of a mouse in my house.

Watch the video!