Of Mice and Hoarding
Stashes of bird food in my desk drawer, my sewing machine and my filing cabinet: we have a hoarding mouse.
Stashes of bird food in my desk drawer, my sewing machine and my filing cabinet: we have a hoarding mouse.
Thanks to the previous owners and the Doc, there’s always something in bloom.
Old listing photos on Zillow reveal what our house looked like before the previous owners’ renovations.
The rotting utility closet door outside gets replaced with one that’s actually meant for outdoors.
Our softened water tastes a bit salty, so the reverse-osmosis system handles our drinking water.
Momma cat is spayed and back home, the kittens go to the shelter, and feral cats beat rattlesnakes for rodent control.
Day three of caring for the feral mother and kittens, and the kittens’ personalities start to show.
The original bathroom layout off the linen hallway, designed so none of the Doc’s kids could monopolize a bathroom.
How the feral kittens were found and caught, and our plan to go the TNR route.
A bit of salami, and we have the whole feral family.
Then and now: the north wing, including the deep purple room and TV #9.
Then and now: the foyer and the master bedroom.
Then and now: the kitchen and the great room, including TV #5.
Then and now: Agent Smith’s office, the studio, the guest suite and the wine room, plus a running count of the previous owners’ TVs and mirrors.
