This story takes place before I entered the picture, but it gives insight into the asylum that is the Casa Del Whackos; Dad is the mouth but mom is the legs of the operation, keeping his car stocked with dog food in the eventuality of finding strays, and she’s the one that leaps into action when dad brings a dog like me home. Before moving out, Zach and Kat had always been instrumental in nursing these animals back to health, and dealing with the cases that sometimes don’t turn out so well. We have a pretty good thing going, never a dull moment, but mom being mom, she sometimes gets a bit carried away.
A prime example: dad comes home from work only to find a greasy little mouse incarcerated in the bathtub. His efforts(the mouse, not Dad’s) to escape his holding cell make him look like a miniature Tony Hawk navigating a half pipe, his oily little feet doing a Fred Flinstone on the porcelain in an effort to reach the top and freedom. While dad is usually prepared for encountering odd sights at the Casa, this was a bit beyond the norm.
Mom had caught the mouse on a glue trap, but wasn’t prepared carry the plan through to it’s logical conclusion where the mouse transfers his address from “behind the baseboards” to “in the trash can”. She read on the box where you can release the mouse from the trap by using vegetable oil to break down the glue, which proved very effective, but now what to do with the mouse?
Dad made the observation that she couldn’t very well commute the the mouse’s sentence to time served and release into the wild, as now the other mice might mistake it for a french fry, and we all know THAT scenario won’t be featured in a Disney cartoon. As usual, dad overplayed the situation and got mom feeling sorry for the mouse, then went on about his business, tinkering with the bikes, etc, returning to the scene of the crime later to find the mouse with no signs of oily trauma, reclining on a bed of cotton balls, secure in his own Casa del Terrarium.
Mom had given the mouse a bath and blow dried and styled his fuzzy little coiffure; how she did this without getting bitten is beyond me, but as it is written, so was it done.
Sadly, no photo documentation exists of this episode, but the mouse became an inmate of the Casa for some time before meeting his untimely demise due to the actions of Uki the Wonder Dog, a story for another day: its always a party at the, well, you know the rest…