Sunday, August 20, 2006
A Lousy Mouser
Until I started surfing blogs, I had no idea how obsessed people were about the appearance of their cats. I say that knowing full well that Snow is an extraordinarily beautiful creature, graceful and fascinating. Yes, you can see she has eyes of different colors, and is white from stem to stern. What you can't see from the picture is that she has the most ear-piercing miaow of any feline on the planet, and she is stone deaf. You can run a vacuum cleaner or other noisy machine right by her side and she doesn't flinch.
And she's a lousy mouser. The captain's house has been inhabited by the little guys for years, and when she spots one she hunches her back, hisses and growls. I've employed traps, glue pads, and exterminators -- and managed to eliminate a few, but I'll hear a gentle crash in the other room (usually the pantry, porch or kitchen), or I'll find little teeth marks in my homemade bread or in the soap in the dish, and I know the visitors are back. She will torment a cockroach or chameleon, stare vigilantly out the window at a bird, and get very excited when she spots a mouse, but so far they are safe from her wrath.
It would be nice to have an efficient cat to do the job for me -- at least of scaring them -- but Snow is more for decoration than anything else. She will follow me from room to room, and sit quietly on guard, and sometimes warn me when there are mice about. I am trying to learn to accept her for what she does, which is, as far as I can tell, nothing.