Naturally Born Killer

Don't let this innocent little face fool you. First, he learned to jump up on to the highest counters--a place that had been safe and off limits until just a couple of days ago. I try to remember to put a stopper into the kitchen sink now because I have found a few strange odds and ends there, and the idea that I'd destroy the garbage disposal because, God forbid, my glasses or something ended up down there is a nightmare on many levels.

Then, he became much too active at night. Unless a door is solidly closed, he can get into everything and anything. So what do I find in the sink the other morning? Right down in the drain where I forgot to put the plug in? Why, it was a big fat dead mouse, that's what was down the drain. And how did I guess it was Purrmeister? Well, his new favorite plastic toy that he carries around in his mouth was ALSO in the sink. Ugh.

I know, I know, I cannot prove that he did the killing. Heck, the poor rodent may just have been scared to death once he was down in the drain, I will never know. But I have my suspicions. Oh yes, I've seen him jump straight up window panes here, catch flies on the fly....and eat them. I've seen him jump straight up from the kitchen floor to the kitchen counter. And it seems to be under the kitchen sink, up the tiny holes that the plumbing comes through, that the rodents come through--and that darn cat has figured out how to open the cupboard door himself, so elementary, my dear Sherlock.....Purrmeister, the Naturally Born Killer.

Thank goodness I didn't actually need to handle the dead mouse. I cringed when I did it, but I just turned on the garbage disposal....ugh.