There under the nest of tables!! About the size of my thumbnail, all big eyes & ears, shaking in the corner whilst the Killer Cat (KC) scratched furiously trying to move the tables, mewing like her life depended on getting this poor tiny thing! Ever the vegetarian, I got on my hands & knees & peered under the table legs & could see this tiny weenie thing & realised I had to hatch a rescue plan. I needed to distract the KC with treats and my sincere voice – no really kitty, little mouse has gone! Took a while but distracted she was & finally wandered off into the garden. So I then got my ice cream tub (with lid, used frequently for escapes from KC), the fly swat & thought oh simple. Will put tub down as the place to run & swat gently & hey poncho! One saved baby field mouse. But stupid mouse didn’t realise it was being saved & instead of sensibly shooting into the open tub it went hell for leather across the floor of the lounge. Yikes! I then did a hands & knees scouring & as I was doing so KC came back and decided to lend a hand – but no, little mouse had (or so I thought) saved itself. KC sniffed about a bit, got bored & went & lay in the sunshine. Life then continued its merry way – episode of Neighbours, the Radio 4 comedy slot, dinner & a night sat out in the glorious cool of the evening with some neighbours talking cats (they have 2 and female half of couple is thrilled she is no longer crazy cat lady – there are now 2 of us!), life & the universe, happily gossiping not noticing the quantity of alcohol or the time until – cripes that’s 3 bottles of wine and it’s midnight!! So off we staggered to bed groaning slightly but thinking oh well at least we’ll get 6 good hours. Oh no. Of course not. Our own personal Tom & Jerry cartoon started up about 4am. Mouse had decided to stage a comeback not realising the KC was lying in wait. First came the thundering up the stairs, followed by KC yowling & Mouse squealing (a lot of noise for such a tiny thing!) then there was the thud of our door being barrel rolled open, then a great scratching & then jumping onto the bed (KC not mouse) & then scrabbling under the bed & then the light went on & cats name was called sternly then – silence! Nothing. Nada. Nyet. Hubby & I peered under bed, we checked under furniture, lifted cushions. I went into the hallway. Nothing to report. Called out again to KC – to be met with silence. Hmm. Was it a bad dream? So shut door firmly & went back to sleep. Hungover & exhausted we roused ourselves at 6.45 and opened the door expecting carnage. Nope. All was as it should be. All we got was a good telling off for having shut KC out. But then she didn’t head straight out this morning as she normally does which is a slight worry. She is currently sniffing about under cupboards & looking in shoes. Could the mouse really still be in the house?
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