Over the last four years since my feral kitty Ambush rolled in on Labor Day 2011, I have noticed her frequently hanging around what is called a D-box or distribution box that contains valves to regulate the amount of water injected into our septic drainfield. I piled a large number of rocks adjacent to it to keep the horses from stepping on it and breaking it. I figured it was one of those feng shui things where cats find that perfect place to meditate.
I have also noticed Ambush has an inordinate number of mice friends that come over for play dates on sunny days. For the most part, they don’t survive the encounter but I’ve never understood why she has so many for friends in spite of her lethal roughhousing with them. Seems they’d learn it was deleterious to their health and warn their friends to steer clear. She has a distressing habit akin to the Queen of Hearts in the Alice in Wonderland saga-Off with their heads.
While out scooping poop the other day, I spotted some of my Cooper Horse’s mane I had recently trimmed to make his bridle sit more comfortably on his noggin. It had migrated 40 yards down to the d-box. Curious, I opened it up and Voila! The mouse house. Seems Ambush just has to sit there for a while until the mice come out to play. It’s user friendly. No buttons to push. I can only presume she thinks this is the smartest invention since sliced bread. Why spend hours lying in wait for the Meadowlarks who nest in the the barn to make the fatal flaw of flying past her too closely when she can merely stroll down to the mouse dispenser in the lower pasture and wait for her playmates to issue forth?
The mouse house: