Wednesday, July 30, 2008

The Happenings of 2:30AM.

The Tale of Terrier Terror!

I'm the type of person who'd rather stay up all night and sleep in the day. It's more serene to me. Normally... It was 2:30 am when that serenity was so rudely disturbed. And so, the tale begins.....

I was doing laundry, minding my own business. I had an unexpected doctor's appointment in the morning, so I was washing up last minute garments to wear. The laundry room is in the kitchen which is on the other side of the wall from my bathroom. The bathroom door opens into the living room. So, I'm walking into the kitchen, when I hear things running about in my bathroom. I thought nothing of it. I have two cats and a Scottish terrier so, hearing things go bang in the night is nothing unusual. We had the litter box in my tub last night so my parents could sleep with out the cat meowing up a storm to announce he took a crap. Back to the story. I thought nothing of the sounds because I figure my cat was just knocking things all my bathroom counter like he normally does. I was moving the clothes over to the dryer when I heard CRASH! BANG! BOOM! MREOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW. I go running into the bathroom to find Mikey (my cat) running around in circles around the bathtub. Naturally, I went and looked in the tub, found nothing and thought the cat was just high on cat nip. But, he kept running around and finally stopped at the shower curtain and was meowing up a storm. So I did the logical thing. I lifted up the shower curtain and oh what did I find...

Now, normally I wouldn't have been so brave. But the parents had just gone to bed and I was simply unaccustomed to anything out of the ordinary going on in the house at that hour. I wasn't really thinking straight, mind you it WAS 2:30am, and when I lifted the curtain, I didn't really expect to find anything. But, when the mouse came scurrying out from under the shower curtain I squealed loud enough to wake my parents. When they, and Toby, the dog, came running out of their room, I was standing up on the recliner and pointing at the bathroom door shouting "MOUSE!! There's a freakin' MOUSE in my tub!!!" The cat's still chasing it round and round the bathtub, like a Tom and Jerry cartoon only more realistic. If my cat could raise an anvil, that would be killer awesome, but he cant. My mom didn't even have the chance to put her glasses on. Now, terriers are bred to be rodent chasers. A Scottish terrier's tail is specifically designed so you can grab it when he's tracked whatever back to it's burrow. So, the dog went charging in the bathroom, ready to kick butt and take names. I quickly removed the cat box from the tub, shut the door, and waited. By this time mom was sitting on the couch and I was sitting in the recliner I was previous standing on while squealing like the girl I am. We waited and we waited, all the while hearing the cat hiss and meow, and the dog scratching at the tub. We finally heard a THUD! I rush into the bathroom, and the 1ft tall terrier is IN the tub with the cat and the mouse. The cat was laid down in the corner of the tub, meowing like Larry's mom, the dog was digging at the mouse and, the mouse was trying to dive under the cat for cover. Was quite a sight, I must say. The dog would, once in a while, grab the mouse in his mouth, flip it up like a flap jack and, when it'd land, go continuing digging at it. This cycle happened many times. I closed the door again and waited more. What was I waiting for you ask? I was waiting... for silence.
And then... it came. I opened the door, peeking just around the door frame enough to see that the dog was still flipping the mouse, though now, it was dead. I went into the kitchen, grabbed the dust pan, since the cat wasn't going to eat it (Stupid cat.), took the dog out of the tub.... and picked the mouse up with the dust pan. The poor thing already had rigor setting in. I proceeded to the front door. As I was opening the door..... the mouse... rolled over on its back feet straight up in the air. My mom saw this and burst out laughing. I went out and disposed of the mouse.
I was my mother's hero. My dog's bane. My cat's spoil sport.... I was... Vampi.... the mouse-taker-care-ofer.

10 comments:

chickenboy said...

Well, I had to kill a mouse the other day when my terrior was playing with it (in a simular fashion: flip into the air, dig etc.). No cat bathtub or mom involved though. I just had to put it out of it's misery by smashing it with a brick repeatedly. Then a shovel. Then I through it over the fence into my neighbors yard.

Vampi. said...

....well my story was more...fun?
ok seriously, smashing it with a brick!?!??! It's a mouse!

DogTwitterer (AB.com) said...

We're linking to this story at the Scottish Terrier and Dog News.

Bishopk said...

LOL

Vampi. said...

O_O wtf...

Liberal Atheist said...

Hey, people of Scottish Terrier and Dog News!

Listen, fellas, here's something you don't want to do: go anywhere else in this blog. For instance, you might see capnjack's excellent post regarding his trip to Estes Park to watch his little sister to perform in a horse show, and you may become "turned off". Let me tell you, we're wonderful people. Also, we're protected by the First Amendment.

So fuck off.

Vampi. said...

>.> thanks <.<

Cap'n_Jack said...

Wonderful people? WONDERFUL?! Fuck you whitey, I'm a heartless pirate fuck and PROUD OF IT!! I can't have people running around thinking I'm nice, they might ask me for money or favours, and that many bodies is hard to dispose of! But yes, we are protected by the first amendment, so go to hell government!

Vampi. said...

:o JACK! You spelled favor like a BRIT!

chickenboy said...

First amendment may protect us from the law, but I think google kicks us off of here if someone reports are blog using the link up at the top of the page. Bishop, maybe try to put in some coding to cover that up.