My male cat brought in what I thought was a leaf tonight about 8.10 pm. Until that was, the leaf decided to run under the settee disguised as mouse. No amount of hunting could find it so I settled down to continue watching TV
Half an hour later, I saw this mouse run across the skirting board behind the television. The nearest thing to hand was a sleeping female cat so I promptly and unceremoniously dumped her behind the television with strict instructions to catch it. She equally as promptly began to wash herself and ignored me and the mouse completely.
When the programme finished at 9 pm, my wife put both cats round the television and started moving things about which drove out the mouse into the waiting sharp eyed path of the female cat who pounced and caught it in a millisecond. The male cat sat stock still, bemused by the whole fast moving drama.
The mouse did not survive the incident. We are used to mice. We've had several over the years but not had any for about two years, so having successfully rid the house of mice, I was cheesed off (excuse the pun) to say the least that the plaything the male cat brought in was going to be a source of annoyance until we caught it. .
"Hoots mon, there's a moose, loose aboot this hoose*" Roughly translated: 'Dear me my good fellow, we seem to have a small rodent of the genus Mus musculus meandering with gay abandon within our domicile.'
*Thanks to Lord Rockingham's Xi
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