The mighty mouse hunter

Cody was on the hunt one morning.  I could tell because Charlie was barking at him as him as he scratched at a closet door. It started several days before when I found him in one of the closets, squeezed between some boxes. He had pushed the sliding doors opened and all I could see was his back end, tail up high. He was on a mission determined to catch what his nose was drawing him towards.

Evidence was found a week before that a mouse was in the house, a trap was set and the mouse was caught. I had hoped it was the only mouse but from how Cody was reacting feared there was another one.

Cody was persistent. So I started removing the boxes from the closest. It was a bit difficult as he still was there sniffing and digging. I’m sure he felt I was in his way. Finally all the boxes had been removed; Charlie joined Cody in the closet; both of their noses twitching at the scent. Cody runs out of the closet with something in his mouth; into the bedroom, up onto his bed then lying down he sets a mouse in front of himself.

“Cody, what do you have?” I asked, thankful he didn’t place it on my bed. He sits up proudly, grinning at me, “Look what I caught, Mom!” he seemed to express. “You are a great hunter, Cody” I replied back. “Yes, you are Cody, the mighty mouse hunter!” His grin widens.

All the while Charlie is barking non-stop; grabbing a piece of hot dog I lure him outside. With a little more hot dog I draw Cody away from the mouse and outside.  The mouse is dead so the clean-up is left to me. Ugh.

As a true crusader of truth, justice and freedom of all mice he prowls from room to room vigilant in his quest to rid mice from the house forever! When there’s Cody, who needs a cat?