Mouse Face Killah

We've had some new additions to our quiet little farm life.Unfortunately not all of them were desirable. We have battled the Kingdom of the Mice before and thought we had won but slowly they have been creeping back into the house. Most of the time I'd find them already dead and I have to admit that I wondered if maybe we were attracting some kind of Suicidal Mouse Cult (which would be a great band name). It's odd to come upon a dead mouse.  No trap. No visible signs of distress (well, I didn't go all CSI on the corpse but it was all there). I always just cleaned up and hoped it was the last of the Mysteriously Already Dead Mice until I saw one run around a corner. And then it became glaringly obvious when they revealed themselves to the kids.  At bedtime. Can't miss those screams.  So we had to do the unthinkable.

Meet Astrid.  Or as I like to call her Astrid the Killer.  She'll be on an increasingly demanding training regimen until she reaches the age of the Vicious Warrior Cat.  Then she will need to kill in order to maintain her place in the house.  Much like my philosophy with the kids wherein doing well wins you the treat of being able to sleep indoors as opposed to the chicken coop, Astrid will need to prove herself.  Cuteness only gets you so far at the Five Cent Farm.  But a mouse-free house can win you catnip.

So if you meet Astrid, just remember that her cute and furry exterior masks the heart of a stealthy hunter. You hear me, mice?