Biff the Mouser
Well, the Biffster caught another mouse yesterday. This doesn’t happen when I’m in the house, for the most part, probably because the mice stay hidden when they hear me wandering around. But sometimes when I’m out, the mice come out to play … and so does Biff.
Once I came home to find 5 of them, lined up in a row in the hallway. One by one I picked them up and carried them away, until I got to the last one. Turns out this one had only been faking death … when I went to pick him up, he leapt up and ran away. Biff gave me – I swear it – a disgusted glance, as if to say, “Pathetic! Can’t do anything right. Couldn’t you smell he was still alive?” And then ran off to catch him all over again. This time Biff made sure he was dead. I apologized to Biff for making him do double work. I was very contrite, and I believe he forgave me in the end – after all, I’m only human.
So last night, I got home and wondered why the door down to the basement was wide open. I was sure I hadn’t left it that way, but there it was. I knew it had to be Biffy, but he had to be running up the stairs from the basement at one heck of a lick! I didn’t really think too much about it at the time, and we went in to watch a season of “As Time Goes By” together, Biff draped along my legs. Then I thought I’d go make myself some hot chocolate and finish my current book – Church Marketing 101 – and saw the mouse behind the door.
So you can see on the sidebar that the meeces count is going up. I’m so proud of that boy.
Mike
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Thanks for this great synopsis. (BTW, “No Name” near bottom of your list was Mel Lawrenz, Elmbrook...
November 9th, 2008 at 5:35 pm
Hello Steve. This is too funny. The other I was sitting at the computer in our office…um, I mean dining room when Denise let out a squeal and said, “I can’t believe we have a mouse in our house!” She was telling Max, our 14-ish year old shepherd/rottweiler mix to go and get him. I think he said, in a rather dry tone, “Yeah, I’ll get right on it.” I didn’t see the rodent but I did try and hunt it down to no avail. Well the other night we both saw him scurry across the back of the sofa. Since we don’t have any Biffs around, I went and plugged every hole I could find and also purchased a trap which allows you to catch mice alive and release them- somewhere far away so they can go in someone else’s house
Well I baited the trap with hunk of cheese and a little glob of peanut butter. So far it’s empty. We’ll see what happens. That’s a funny story Steve. Go Biff!!
April 26th, 2010 at 1:23 pm
(I tried to post this comment on your “ABOUT” page, but the comment box wouldn’t open there…) Biff the Mighty Mouser sent me a “Meow” (that’s like a Tweet, only in cat language) to nudge you to update his “Biffed Meeses” count on your “ABOUT page… credit where credit is due, after all…
April 26th, 2010 at 1:34 pm
All right, all right, all right … there. Happy now?
April 26th, 2010 at 3:28 pm