Every time I bring out the yard-stick, Valkyrie knows that I’ll be pulling fuzzy mice out from under the oven. She gives a little cry and hurries over to watch, ie. crouch low and get in my way so I can’t see what I’m doing.
What I’m doing, I know. Why I’m doing it, I don’t, since the fuzzy mice will end up back under the oven within minutes.
Here it is tiny paper wads under the fridge and the stove, lol. You could set mouse traps under the fridge and end this invasion.
ReplyDeleteShe has trained you well!
ReplyDeleteReminds me of the cat treasure trove I find whenever I clean under the refrigerator...
ReplyDeleteIt looks like she's trying to help.
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