Mogli woke me up just after 5:30 a.m. with his new "squeaky toy" - a tiny bat! It must have gotten caught in the netting on the balcony or in the sheer curtains. I grabbed Mogli and managed to get him to drop the poor little thing, then shut him out of the room while I moved the bat back out on the balcony using the "boogie mat" that happened to be on the floor. I forgot that the balcony door in the spare bedroom was also open, but Mogli didn't, so he ran out and caught it again. Same procedure again, but this time the bat was so petrified it couldn't move at all. I grabbed the litter scoop from the hallway, scooped it up, put it out on the balcony and closed that door. Meanwhile my husband, who was getting ready to go to work, came upstairs to see what the commotion was and laughed himself silly at me "scooping" the bat. What a big help he was - not!
The bat managed to fly away while I ran downstairs to get my camera, so hopefully it was more terrified than hurt. :cross:
Jamie did the same thing a couple of times, but he used to take the bats downstairs and let them loose in the living room. Nothing beats "live squeaky toys" that can fly!
The bat managed to fly away while I ran downstairs to get my camera, so hopefully it was more terrified than hurt. :cross:
Jamie did the same thing a couple of times, but he used to take the bats downstairs and let them loose in the living room. Nothing beats "live squeaky toys" that can fly!