You buy a cat.
Last Thursday I did a deep cleaning in our home. The scrub baseboards and dust ceiling fans kind of cleaning. Our house is never really that dirty. I'm basically a cleaning Nazi and keep the home looking shiny and new. {Although, we currently do not own a vacuum cleaning. Which is terrible and drives me insane!} So when I was cleaning out our master closet and found mouse dropping in Steven's slippers I freaked out. {Naturally.} Then Steven and I had a conversation that went something like this.
D - Babe, maybe we should get a cat to take care of the mice problem.
S - Okay.
That was it! I know, very, very stimulating conversation we have.
So, we searched Craigslist until we found the cheapest kitten available and ended up with this blue-eyed cutie. Everyone, meet Herschel!
He is so tiny it makes me nervous! I feel like I'm going to crush his ribs when I pick him up...
But if he ever does have an untimely death, I'm quite certain it will be because Huckleberry licked him to death.
He was cautious when first meeting Huck, but with a little coaxing he came out of the carrier and began exploring his new home. Huck just licked him. Everywhere. Like intense, slobbery licks. Herschel was thoroughly soaked within a few minutes from all Huck's kisses.
Hopefully, he will grow up to be a vicious mouse/rat/mole killer. I know he doesn't look too vicious at the moment, but, trust me, all cats are vicious deep down. They are like secret ninjas ready to strike when you least expect it.
Okay, maybe not all cats. But we do hope he has a high prey drive because mice are gross and moles ruin yards. True story.
All I have to say is that mouse is sure going to wish he never pooped in Steven's slippers.
And I now own one freaking cute kitten.