Crazy Guard Cat Candy

The mice thing was getting way out of hand (see post titled Quick)

They were in everything including the bedrooms the dressers and the living room sofa! We tried traps (the bait and trap to release later kind 'cause Karen can't stand the snap noise the other ones make) which worked until they seemed to realize what those were and stopped going near them. Tried the things you plug in that make a noise that you can't hear but is supposed to drive mice away. Still mice in everything and on everything. Sitting in the living room watching TV we could hear them in the kitchen. And this was even after we cleaned out the cupboards and put stuff in plastic containers. When I say they were everywhere I mean EVERYWHERE! Clean the kitchen put everything away and wipe down all the counter and in the morning? Fresh dropping ALL over the place. Can I just say icky?

It was like they called out, "In here guys! Mousy houses and mousy roads and mousy parties and mousy nude nude nudes! Now open: Mousy town, come on down!"

Karen had talked to Nanny before about getting a cat because a friend had one she was trying to find a home for. Nanny said no because the dogs might gang up on a cat and hurt it. The dogs are 4 year old beagles. The dogs are afraid of their own shadows.

So with Nanny in rehab for her hip, Karen decided that with the mice here and Nanny gone it was time to test the dogs eat cat theory. We went to fuzzy friends. We looked in the cages and didn't see one that we really liked that well. So we went into the "free room" were it's basically 4 giant litter boxes and 30 cats just running all over the place. We walked around looking at cats and petting them and after we got to the back of the room and started to head back out we saw this crazy insane freaky cat chasing... nothing. Not even a little tiny piece of pocket lint. Just nothing. Going totally berserk over nothing, just making her own fun. I thought 'that is one spazzed out crazy cat!'

Karen rubbed Crazy Cat's head and then went to the desk to ask about which ones got along with dogs and all that.

I talked to the Crazy Cat. I said "watcha doin Crazy Cat?" and Crazy Cat came running over to me and rubbed on my ankles. So I bent over and scratched Crazy Cat's ears and she seemed to like that so I tried picking her up. Crazy Cat snuggled in my arms and immediately rolled over and showed me her belly. Karen got back and held Crazy Cat and got snuggled and shown the belly too. In the words of Ellen DeGeneres, "Ya gotta reward that!" So we took Crazy Cat home.

They were calling her Priscilla. She is 1 and a half and has had kittens but is now fixed.

After 2 hours we settled on calling her Candy because she is SO sweet. She loves to snuggle and lives to show you her belly for a tummy rub. She is though, as I first thought, crazy. But we figure that's good cause she has lots of mice casing energy. She rips through the house casing whatever. Sometimes a toy, sometimes a dog, sometimes nothing.

She hasn't had to case any mice though because from the day we got her we have had no new mice evidence except one lone little dropping one night. It's like they smelled cat ran from the house screaming "Run for your lives! Mousy town is closed!"

As far as the dogs? They are indeed, afraid of the cat. Candy never even gave the dogs a glance. They hid in the corner while she explored. Her favorite game now is to bat at their noses. Not with claws out or anything, it's just her paws and their response is to run away.

When they try to sniff her, she bats at them and they run away.

She lies in wait for them to come around the corner, then jumps out and she bats at them and they run away.

When the dogs go outside she guards the doggy door from the inside, waiting for them to try to come in and then she bats at them and they run away.

She guards my bed at night, 'cause the dogs try to get in bed too, and she bats at them and they run away.

I give you: The Crazy Guard Cat Candy!