The Joys of Working from Home

I love that I’m able to work from home…most of the time.

There are moments, however, when I would really like to be elsewhere.

Yesterday contained such a moment.

With the advent of fall, we’ve had an influx of mice into the house. I don’t tend to flip out about that kind of thing because (a) they’re relatively harmless, and (b) we have a great mouser on the premises. So when I noticed said great mouser (his name is George) planted firmly and with great focus in front of the piano, I figured I would let nature take its course.

I went about my business and left George to his.

Several hours later, George had taken up position in front of the couch. Same focus. Guessing that the mouse had moved, I tipped the couch back, George darted in, and he and mouse both disappeared down the stairs to the basement. So far, so good.

Until he brought it back upstairs a few minutes later.

And the horrible, high-pitched, panicked squeaking began.

My daughter, who was home with me at the time, bailed out the back door so she didn’t have to listen to it. I couldn’t listen to it (it’s one thing to know what’s going on in a distant part of the house, quite another to bear witness shudder). I grabbed a glass bowl from the cupboard and headed for the living room, where I found the mouse stretched out on the floor, unmoving. My rescue mission had become a clean-up operation.

Shooing George away, I placed the bowl over the mouse and went to get some tissue with which to pick it up. I returned to find the mouse, very much alive, doing laps around the inside of the bowl and George, who had now been joined by our older cat, watching in utter fascination. Back to rescue mission.

One cut-up cereal box later, I had a sheet of cardboard thin enough to slide under mouse and bowl, a traumatized daughter holding open the back door, two cats totally ticked with me for removing their entertainment, and a dog who had to be brought into the house because he had taken an unhealthy interest in the rescued rodent.

I’m guessing people who work in offices don’t generally have these issues…just sayin’. ๐Ÿ˜‰



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12 responses to “The Joys of Working from Home”

  1. Paul Anthony Shortt (@PAShortt) Avatar

    Last time there was a mouse in my house I was about 9 and it scared the bejeezus out of me! Glad the little thing was okay in the end.

    1. Linda Avatar

      It was…but I can’t guarantee its future if it finds a way back into the house! ๐Ÿ˜‰

  2. Palas Avatar

    Oh dear jejeje… I have three cats (Worf, Spoty and Blacky) and they looooove to play with this little friends jeje specially to bring them home so I can see them playing… I love cats!!! โ™ฅ

    I guess most of the offices don’t have that problem but some do hehehe and that’s worst I guess :S

    I wish I could work from home too XD at least most of the time jajaja…

    Take care ๐Ÿ˜‰

    1. Linda Avatar

      I agree, Palas, I’m very lucky to be working from home…and I try to look at it this way: I’m never bored around here! ๐Ÿ˜‰

  3. Pepca Avatar

    Been there, done that! Several times. I completely understand you. My cat is great for spotting all the beings that don’t belong inside which I am very grateful for, because otherwise I’d be living with go-knows-what under my roof, but be it mice, bugs or spiders or anything, I’m the one that has to (help) catch it and take care of it, because the cat would just watch it and play with it.

    1. Linda Avatar

      Yeah, cats do that…until the creature eventually expires of either fright or exhaustion. I’m usually not around to witness the (slow) execution, but when I am, I have to intervene for the sake of my nerves!

  4. Sandy Coelho Avatar

    LOL I half expected to read you had added lil furry face to your menagerie ๐Ÿ˜€

    1. Linda Avatar

      Daughter suggested exactly that, Sandy! And I vetoed the idea. ๐Ÿ˜›

  5. D. D. Syrdal Avatar

    Had rats and mice in the office at my former employer. It was a mess.

    1. Linda Avatar

      Eww…rats?!? I don’t mind the domestic ones in cages, but the ones that lurk in dark corners? Eww!

  6. Diane Avatar

    My cat is usually quite proud when he finds any kind of creepy crawly and just meows till we go take care of the problem.

    1. Linda Avatar

      Your cat seems a little confused on this matter, Diane… ๐Ÿ˜‰

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