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im on the porch and there are like a hundred mice
10 years ago
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🐾 <3 🐾 <3 🐾 <3 🐾 <3 🐾 <3 🐾 <3 🐾 <3 🐾 <3 🐾 <3 🐾 <3 🐾 <3 theyre crawling in and out of the cracks of the walls - i turned around a couple minutes ago and there were like 3 mice staring at me, and they were like "eeek!" and scurried away. O_o they were like "CAATTTT!!!!" X3 ...im outside on the porch...apparently they live in the garage......and the walls. or theyre breeding in the walls and migrating into the garage. winter is coning fast. x.x
i really love the mice. when i lived in the attic of my mothers house, theyd just come up to me for pettings and id be like "hey." and pet them, or notx, depending on how drunk i was and what mood i was in, but they were very very trusting. my miniature schnauzer homeboy used to gingerly bring me little mice in his teeth, and drop them in front of me, and id pet them and pet them and the dog would play with them and gently *batbat* them and paw at them, and we treated them sooo gentile and we were all buddies.
years later, no longer in the attic and minus one dog, my cats would bring me mice, and we would *batbatbat!!* them around in like a circle-jerk and mess with them for a spell. then my cats would usually kill it. or sometimes i would when my cats would fuck them up beyond the realm of decency.
...soo, im ambivalent as to whether their lives matter, or if they are completely disposable creatures. i guess that must be simpkly my catness and humanness at odds. *shrug*
these ones, however, are scurrying around the garage and in the cracks of the house; i dont have as much sympathy for them, because im not cohabiting with them and i dont know where theyve been. my mom wants to poison the fuckers. XP ...at first i was like 'NOOOO NOT MY FURRY FRIENDS!!" Q_Q ...but then i was like "...waitt a damn minute, these guys have to go." there are like a hundred little mice; theyre absolutely fucking everywhere. X_X
EDIT: as i was sitting here, I JUST FOUND ONE UNDER MEEE!!! ...cuz i was sitting on my haunches. @_@ little bastards.
i really love the mice. when i lived in the attic of my mothers house, theyd just come up to me for pettings and id be like "hey." and pet them, or notx, depending on how drunk i was and what mood i was in, but they were very very trusting. my miniature schnauzer homeboy used to gingerly bring me little mice in his teeth, and drop them in front of me, and id pet them and pet them and the dog would play with them and gently *batbat* them and paw at them, and we treated them sooo gentile and we were all buddies.
years later, no longer in the attic and minus one dog, my cats would bring me mice, and we would *batbatbat!!* them around in like a circle-jerk and mess with them for a spell. then my cats would usually kill it. or sometimes i would when my cats would fuck them up beyond the realm of decency.
...soo, im ambivalent as to whether their lives matter, or if they are completely disposable creatures. i guess that must be simpkly my catness and humanness at odds. *shrug*
these ones, however, are scurrying around the garage and in the cracks of the house; i dont have as much sympathy for them, because im not cohabiting with them and i dont know where theyve been. my mom wants to poison the fuckers. XP ...at first i was like 'NOOOO NOT MY FURRY FRIENDS!!" Q_Q ...but then i was like "...waitt a damn minute, these guys have to go." there are like a hundred little mice; theyre absolutely fucking everywhere. X_X
EDIT: as i was sitting here, I JUST FOUND ONE UNDER MEEE!!! ...cuz i was sitting on my haunches. @_@ little bastards.
