Well, that was entertaining, for some values of the word entertaining.
At bedtime last night we found a mouse sitting cheekily on top of my sword bag with Daisy watching it with great interest. We chased it under the bed, round the back of the wardrobe and eventually into the study, where Daisy showed no inclination of doing her cat like duty and eventually got bored and wanted to go out. Hmmm. I guess that I am going to have to invest in some traps, or get Doris to have a go at it as well.
After all of the excitement I had a rather disturbed night with some odd dreams before being jolted awake by my mobile ringing at a quarter past six with a wrong number with a Scottish woman asking for 'the security department'. W, as they say, TF?
Right, time to kick Jamie off the xbox so I can spend a bit of time in Liberty ...
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Unfortunately my two cats don't think mice are for catching, they think mice are for chasing. Hey, there's plenty more mice outside if they lose one under the furniture, so why go to the trouble of getting the one they lost...
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