Pervy Mr. Mouse
Mar. 20th, 2013 03:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fenchurchSo, in a bit of a break from photos of Geocaching, food or the cats... I've got a fun one of Mr. Mouse. For those who don't know the story here's a brief run-down:
When we first brought Numfar home from the Humane Society, we left the pet carrier sitting out in the hallway, in case she wanted somewhere to hide. At one point, I was walking down the hall and spotted a white Beanie Baby mouse, sitting in the carrier. I was quite puzzled by it, until it finally hit me that Numfar must have put him there. I took him back torackham's desk, where he usually lived and figured that was the end of it... until later that day when Rackham was holding Numfar while sitting at his desk and in the midst of purring, she suddenly whipped around and lunged for the mouse!
Over the next few weeks, it became a game every morning... wake up and hunt for Mr. Mouse and various other assorted Beanie Babies. Every night she'd collect them from our desks, one by one, and put them all together somewhere else in the house (middle of the hallway, under the bed, in the kitchen). Eventually, she quit bothering the others, but we just couldn't keep her away from Mr. Mouse... and finally Rackham gave in and declared that the mouse belonged to the cat.
She still carries him all over the house and, even stranger, she will set him places that she wants watched. We'll come home and he'll be sitting on the entryway stairs, staring at the door... or we'll find him sitting and staring at the empty food bowls. I've woken up in the morning to find him sitting on the pillow next to my head, staring at me... and, of course, I'll get out of the shower and he'll be sitting on the bathroom floor, staring at me. And before you think it's just coincidence, I've actually *seen* Numfar set him down and then arrange him so he's facing a particular direction. She's definitely doing it deliberately.
Tuesday morning, I was in the shower and happened to glance over in time to see Numfar leaving the room. This was a bit odd, mostly because she usually comes in and chatters at me while I'm showering... so I shouldn't have been surprised when I opened the shower door to see this:
I hadn't noticed him earlier, because the towel on the shower door towel rack was in the way... but it made me laugh. Pervy Mr. Mouse, watching me shower! It does always give me a smile, though, whenever Numfar does stuff like this. It's just such an odd little bit of behavior and I always wonder what she's really thinking when she does it.
Also, the photo gives a nice glimpse of the new master bathroom. Still absolutely loving it!! Rackham did such a wonderful job!
Crossposted from my Livejournal.
When we first brought Numfar home from the Humane Society, we left the pet carrier sitting out in the hallway, in case she wanted somewhere to hide. At one point, I was walking down the hall and spotted a white Beanie Baby mouse, sitting in the carrier. I was quite puzzled by it, until it finally hit me that Numfar must have put him there. I took him back to
rackham's desk, where he usually lived and figured that was the end of it... until later that day when Rackham was holding Numfar while sitting at his desk and in the midst of purring, she suddenly whipped around and lunged for the mouse!Over the next few weeks, it became a game every morning... wake up and hunt for Mr. Mouse and various other assorted Beanie Babies. Every night she'd collect them from our desks, one by one, and put them all together somewhere else in the house (middle of the hallway, under the bed, in the kitchen). Eventually, she quit bothering the others, but we just couldn't keep her away from Mr. Mouse... and finally Rackham gave in and declared that the mouse belonged to the cat.
She still carries him all over the house and, even stranger, she will set him places that she wants watched. We'll come home and he'll be sitting on the entryway stairs, staring at the door... or we'll find him sitting and staring at the empty food bowls. I've woken up in the morning to find him sitting on the pillow next to my head, staring at me... and, of course, I'll get out of the shower and he'll be sitting on the bathroom floor, staring at me. And before you think it's just coincidence, I've actually *seen* Numfar set him down and then arrange him so he's facing a particular direction. She's definitely doing it deliberately.
Tuesday morning, I was in the shower and happened to glance over in time to see Numfar leaving the room. This was a bit odd, mostly because she usually comes in and chatters at me while I'm showering... so I shouldn't have been surprised when I opened the shower door to see this:
I hadn't noticed him earlier, because the towel on the shower door towel rack was in the way... but it made me laugh. Pervy Mr. Mouse, watching me shower! It does always give me a smile, though, whenever Numfar does stuff like this. It's just such an odd little bit of behavior and I always wonder what she's really thinking when she does it.
Also, the photo gives a nice glimpse of the new master bathroom. Still absolutely loving it!! Rackham did such a wonderful job!
Crossposted from my Livejournal.
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