February 11th 2012 1:11 pm
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Last night I spent the night at Oldest Lad's apartment. Oldest Lad has quite a problem with Rodents. The idea of me spending the night was to give me a chance to be Huntress Pennie. In my time here in Suburbia, I have fairly well cleared my 0.46 acres, and the rodent hunting has become pretty thin. The moles have all headed over to the house next door, on the left. The house on the right has cats to take care of it's rodents. All of the moles that used to claim my yard now live on the left, outside of the borders of my electronic fence.
My mere physical presence at Oldest Lad's apartment scared all the mice away. Housemate Dog Daisy lives in the apartment, but she does not HUNT. She hasn't nearly the Work Ethic of Me, Pennie. The mice feel free to roam about and Daisy just looks at them. As soon as Huntress Pennie entered the place, all was quiet. No pitter patter of wee tiny mouse feet. No skittering of mice between the floors.
I was sorely disappointed, especially as Oldest Lad brought no Kibble for me, as he was certain I would be eating my fill of Mice.
I AM pleased that my Pennie Physical Presence is so Powerful, however, Oldest Lad IS going to have to make those threatening calls to the Landlord about calling in a professional exterminator.
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Wait....did you ever get to eat?!
Thank you, Diablo, for YOUR concern for my diet, unlike my family's complete lack of understanding, bordering on torture. Mom and Dad drove down to Oldest Lad's apartment to retrieve me on Saturday. They retrieved Oldest Lad and his two apartment-mates, plus ME, Pennie. I could not stay alone in the apartment for I suffer from Separation Anxiety when left alone in certain situations, and although the Apartment Building could indeed benefit from Interior (and Exterior) Design Work; the Landlord would probably NOT be amused by ME, Pennie, being an Interior Designer.
Mom, Dad, Oldest Lad, Two Apartment-Mates and ME, PENNIE, headed to Camp Washington aka "Campy's" Chili. I was forced to sit in the van while the humans went into Campy's and indulged themselves.
Then Oldest Lad and Two Apartment-Mates were dropped back off at their apartment, and we drove home to Suburbia. I was given plain Kibble. Not even a Kibble 3 way. Just plain Kibble.