So we have really gone on and on about all of the great things about Malawi: the people, the food, the lake, the mountains, etc. There are, however, some downsides to living in Africa. One is that it is quite common to have mice in your house and recently, our apartment building had one.
I hate mice. I hate them. I can handle snakes, spiders, cockroaches, etc, but not mice. If you’ve seen Ratatouille, I’m the old lady in the beginning who uses anything from a shotgun to poison gas to try and kill the rats. So when we saw a mouse in our kitchen, I freaked out.
Despite my horror, I got very little sympathy from Malawians. A local delicacy is charred mouse on a stick. One guy said, “oh, we had a mouse in the house yesterday! The kids went crazy they were so excited! They chased it all around and had a great time!” Well, that’s fine, but we needed to find a solution.
We tried to be humane and use traps but that failed. Then we tried poison but the mice here are too smart for that. So we decided to get a cat.
This was not an easy sell as Sandy is not a cat person. We got an email last week advertising a three year old cat who needs a new home. She was rescued from the SPCA in Lilongwe and owned by an British teacher who was headed home. She had all of her shots and was in good health.
Last night, she arrived here to her new home. We’ve decided to call her Soche, after one of the mountains surrounding Blantyre. She’s precious. She’s very friendly and curious and loves people. She follows us around the apartment and purrs if you just look at her.
Sandy, the non-cat person, is sitting here, dragging a cord across the floor, trying to engage her in a game. She’s looking at him like he’s crazy.