There were several things I wanted to tell you about today, but then I woke up last night at 3 a.m. and had to confront fear. The cat was making so much noise that I was wide awake. When he didn’t react on my shushs like he normally does, I switched on the light. He was trying to get behind some boxes on the floor like crazy. I had never seen him so focused on anything, not even once in the last six years. Eventually, I dared to lift a bag which seemed to be in his way. I had the feeling that he felt grateful. Then I saw it and it filled me with absolute horror: a naked tail. I jumped back on my bed and, clutching my blanket, watched Canavar. He skillfully caught a living grey mouse. One second he had it in his mouth, the next second he put it down. On my beautiful carpet. Ok, it is an eight dollar Ikea carpet which was on sale, but it is my carpet. And there was a small grey house mouse on it. After what felt like forever Canavar carried the mouse, which fortunately didn’t move, from my room into the hallway. I hurried to close the door between us. One, because I wasn’t sure if the mouse was really dead. Second, because I was afraid that Canavar would put the mouse on my bed as a present.
I sat back on my bed, not daring to look around, and texted my peacefully sleeping roommate to please watch out for the mouse whenever he got up in the morning. Then I texted my parents and my best friends because I was still horror-struck. Except for my dad, who replied that a mouse rarely comes alone, everyone was sympathetic and tried to calm me down so that I could go back to sleep. At around 4.00 a.m. Are you aware how many different kinds of noise you hear when your cat has just caught a mouse in your room? It suddenly sounds like there are whole mouse families roaming around. Also, Canavar caught the mouse extremely close to my chocolate reserves. It freaked me out to think that a mouse might have lived off my good chocolate. Thanks to breathing exercises and two episodes of “The Three Investigators” I must have gone back to sleep at around 5 a.m.
Three hours later I heard that my roommate had gotten up, which made me feel safe enough to open the door and peek into the hallway. No mouse. I immediately asked him about it. He told me that he had found the mouse, which was more dead than alive – although not %100 dead apparently – and disposed of the corpse. I petted my amazing cat and gave him a whole can of his favorite wet food for breakfast. What a good cat! To save me from this gruesome mouse. In my room. Especially considering that, to my knowledge, Canavar had never seen a living mouse, let alone caught a mouse in his life so far. I am glad that cat instincts are triggered that easily.
By now I think that the mouse came from the kitchen. When Canavar chased it, they accidentally ended up in my room. I checked and none of the chocolates was gnawed on. But just in case I put all of them on a shelf. I also informed our superintendent because I don’t feel like having any more night (or even day) time mice experience. But according to my roommate it is perfectly normal for apartments/houses in the U.S. to accommodate wild mice. To me this is the most disgusting thing I have learned about life in the U.S. so far – and I seriously hope that I will never see mice as something normal in the apartments I live in. Long live Canavar!
|Watched| Game of Thrones, Spiderman, Girls Trip, Im Knast, Die 7. Stunde, Besser als Du
|Read| Tartelettes, Jarretelles et Bigorneaux; The Saint of Incipient Insanities; A Year in High Heels; American English, Italian Chocolate
|Listened to| Duman, my Spotify summer playlist [here]
|Done| met a new colleague for coffee, had an appointment with my hairdresser, went to the Peabody Museum
|Eaten| burrito, gratinated leeks, shakshuka
|Drunk| water, coffee, ice tea
|Thought| I hate mice, I hate mice, I HATE MICE!!! Any animal with a naked tail really FIY.
|Been happy| esp. when I returned from my hairdresser
|Laughed| in the movies because both, Spiderman and Girls Trip are really funny
|Desired| that no mice had ever gnawed on my chocolates
|Bought| food, two lipsticks, Harry Potter slippers and pyjama
|Clicked| this sweet potato breakfast recipe, which I also already tried on Saturday – it is divine: “RECIPE: the breakfast potato”; I love Turkish food and really want to try Nesrin’s sour cherry kebab and her Turkish coffee with cardamom
© janavar
