The beaver is a proud and noble animal
Notes from a bemused canuck
Oh dear, Reen-pig has a mouse. Keep an eye on her.
Well, it’s still alive and it’s currently in your shoe.
*laugh* somehow that doesn’t surprise me.
Now it’s alive and in my boot.
/cut to picture of cat madly trying to stuff her whole head into a hiking boot/
In the end, the mouse was still in good enough shape to be chucked out of my boot into the front yard.
Last night, as we were watching television, Katy does a double-take and proceeds to ask me: “Are you aware that there’s a live mouse in the living room?”. Apparently, in a house with two cats that regularly bring in mice and the occasional robin (we’re still finding feathers all over the place), a tiny field mouse had managed to come in undetected and spend a large portion of the afternoon hiding in some newspapers that live right next to the cats food bowls!
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Katy managed to trap it in a glass and I chucked it out on the front lawn. That was dose of excitement for the evening.