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OH, KANDA. *dies laughing*

That's like Dodger when we were hunting a loose hamster in the house we were staying in. ...only in reverse.

Dodger: Mom. Mom. What IS that thing.

Me: What thing, Dodge?

Dodger: THAT THING.

Me: What thing?

Dodger: THAT THING IN THE CLOSET. GO GET IT FOR ME.

Me: Huh?

Dodger: ARE YOU DEAF WOMAN. THE THING IN THE CLOSET. *scratches at the closet so her dumb human would get the idea there's something in there*

Me: Oh. OH! Dodger, you found the hamster!

Dodger: Yeah. You're good for the food thing, Mom, but you're dumb as a brick.

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ahahaha I can see Dodger doing that

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Yes, with that disgusted look on her face. The, "Geeze, you're dumb" expression.

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she used that look rather often

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At least she was non-discriminatory about it - humans, dogs, cats....

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exactly

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Ewww to finding out the baby mice were what was squealing but at least they're in the glue trap.

Still. Ewwwwww.

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I KNOW

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Hee, I love how the mouse had to run into Kanda's ass for him to even pay attention.

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seriously. He's such a lazy clueless boy

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*ROTFLMAO*

Sounds about like a cat I had by the same of Salem. Gloriously handsome cat, pretty weird though. First time he saw a mouse in the hallway...he stopped dead in his tracks, mouse stopped dead in his tracks. Cat looks up at me, down at the mouse...back up at me. So I tell him "You are a cat, you kill mice." Obviously he had NO idea how to do that. Fortunately I was wearing cowboy boots at the time...so I said "See...kill...." and I gave the mouse a stomp.

Gerry came down the hall in time to witness said odd cat, look at the now stunned mouse..up at me...back down at the mouse..then carefully reach out to smack the mouse...look at the bottom of his paw...smack the mouse again...look at the bottom of his paw.

"What is he doing?" came the baffled question from said hubby. I merely sighed, picked up mouse by the tail and replied "He thinks that is the way to kill mice. We got a real winner on our hands." Gerry's cat was NO help, as he only hunted BIRDS! My sweet Benu, however, KNEW how to hunt mice!

Til the day Salem died he would try to kill bugs the same way I attempted to show him 'kill mouse'. Funnier than hell...he'd smash that bug, look at the bottom of his paw then gag...shake the paw...then run for the tub to clean icky paw off.

McGyver KNOWS how to hunt mice. If I lived closer I'd bring him over to clear your house out. He'd love it.

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at this point i NEED a hunter. cool story

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Ah kitties and the amusement they provide. Hope you have better luck with the mouse issues; I've never had an infestation of anything big (except when I was little and remember mom pouring boiling water on the kitchen floor and all over the sidewalks and the porches to get rid of the ants that wanted shelter from the 100+ degree summer in our house).

And lol at marynachaotica having a cat named Salem; I have a cat named Logan and both names are towns in my area; Logan's is very odd in that she's from North Carolina, what're the chances pffffft

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he's now watching the printer with great interest as I print out a copy of the exam.

I've never had mice until i moved here. this is the 3rd time I've had troubles but this is also the worse.

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Logan likes to sit on top of mine when it prints, freaks out when it starts making its usual grumbly-about-printing noises, and then looks at me like 'mom, aren't you going to save me from this thing?' Don't jump on top of it, stupid.

I only ever remember one problem with mice, back in my parents' old house and I probably was only around 7 or 8 maybe. A baby wood mouse had gotten into the house somehow (a left-open door we'd figured out) and I remember one morning coming downstairs to find the entire kitchen floor littered with peanut-butter-filled snap traps. Couldn't go in the kitchen myself the whole day but I think it only took the one day to catch it since it really loved the peanut butter and couldn't resist.

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Salem was fascinated by the printer, computer...anything playing on the monitor (ESPECIALLY the original Bejeweled game...he adored the musical score that would play during the game...even bobbing his head in time to it!!)

AND it turned out he was a black Siamese cat. So yeah...oddville all over the place. Fortunately I grew with a huge Siamese tomcat as my primary babysitter...so I understood Salem.

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glad m ine dont' care about that's happening on the co mputer

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*giggling* My dog is even worse than Salem was about the computer monitor! He's been known to jump up on the desk to attack the monitor when he sees a dog ..or attempts to try and coax the baby animal he may see, to come out of there right this instant!

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Aww! Logan likes to watch the tv, especially if there're things flashing quickly across the screen, and she LOVES the pointer on the computer! She always jumps on the big desk we have for it and sits right in front of the screen, watching wherever you move the mouse, haha. She's also fond of laying all over my keyboard when I leave my laptop open, and I've had many a facebook status mangled because she thinks it's funny to walk all over the keys when I'm typing! (I type very fast, so it's either the clicking or my fingers that she likes, haha.)

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Logan is trying to figure out the computer, so she can use it as well!!! One of my long gone, beloved, dogs once almost accidentally sent an email to Moscow! Fortunately I yanked the telephone cord out of the back of the computer in time. This was back during dial up.

He thought the stuff flashing across the screen, in response to his little paws smacking the keyboard, was great fun. Yeah well human momma almost had a heart attack, just thinking of the feds coming to the door to inquire about the odd email....oh yeah sure...like they would have believed my dog did it!

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Oh God, my animals never did anything that insane, though I did place a phone call to China when I was nearly 3 because I decided I was old enough to figure out how to use the phone!

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*grinning* And how did that phone call work out?

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Not quite sure as I was only around 3 and a half from what mom told me a long time ago, but I imagine it was very interesting, especially the phone bill hahaha. Maybe that's where my love of languages comes from? I was probably extremely fascinated by the Chinese I was hearing :D

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Most children are fascinated by people who speak different languages, and will try to mimic or learn it in order to see what it is all about.

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I'm like that with all kinds of languages, plus the fact that my grandmother speaks fluent Polish, so I grew up listening to her speak it to her mother over the phone whenever my family was at my grandparents'. I'd sit and just listen to her speak it for hours sometimes while she talked to my great-grandmother at the nursing home over the phone. It was so coooool :D

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I've always been fascinated by the Gaelic and Nordic languages...for obvious familial reasons. But have never had the time, nor money, to indulge that fascination.

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i used to have a fax machine when i did home health and it would spit out patients to go see. I had to go to emailing them because Iktomi the cat would shred the hell out of them as they came out

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pffffft Logan's reaction varies, if she's on top of it while it's printing she freaks out like I'm supposed to get her off it, if she's on the floor watching it print she puts her paws up on the mini-fridge the printer sits on and she sniffs everything that comes out. I'm like 'make up your mind, are you scared of it or not?' Ahh cats.

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I got Salem as a very scared, very small, and pitiful looking kitten...the then kids next door had found it hiding in their tent one hot Summer night...and brought it to me. They felt I would know how to make it all better...and since I am a witch what better name for it than Salem!?! I agreed with them on the name, and really felt the kitten wasn't sick persay..just scared, lonely and in need of a bath. Turns out, according to the vet, it had been badly abused (hence hardly any meow) and malnourished...plus was at least 6 months old.

Salem was adopted by my dog, Benu. And they adored one another. Salem even helped raise some orphaned kittens, plus two dogs! Apparently this is unusual behavior for a male cat.

I still miss the goof!

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Aww! That's so adorable, and lol at how his name came about. Logan was my uncle's cat, but after some major family problems and his divorce I took her in. She's so cute, even when she thinks it's funny to jump up on top of me in the middle of the night, wake me up, and then apologize by sticking her head in my face and purring herself to sleep. It's even better if she gets really hot and you shove her off, because she'll come back in an hour or two and sleep on you with her butt in your face instead!

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Salem was a rather unusual cat. Who could get fixated on the oddest things. For awhile he was in love with my automatic air freshening machine...something about the noise it made when shooting out a small squirt of the air freshener just had him fascinated.

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- imagines such a sight -

LOL.

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