An almost usual Saturday night!
It was very late when Bob switched off the telly and we all headed to the bedroom for a well deserved rest. A ritual trek that even little Miss Mausi is a part of. Once both of us are settled beneath a heap of blankets she comes running, jumping onto Bob's stomach whilst settling in for parental tlc. A nice routine but not last night.
We missed her when she didn't appear before light's out and thus Bob hollered;
" Mausi, where are you? "
Normally that would suffice but last night we heard chairs being moved about ( cats do have enormous strength in time of need ) and the unmistakable collision of cat and shoe rack. If that didn't clue us in, the high pitched peep of a mouse certainly did.
At that time of night that was the last thing we needed ( don't forget that she would turn our house upside down in pursuit of this little rodent ) so nothing for it but to put on slippers and head for the source. As we are rather experienced in mouse hunts, we made sure to wear shoes while ready to jump in case it ran our way.
First we had to separate Miss Mausi and mouse whilst thanking her for doing what is her core yearning, and then start the arduous journey of catching a scared little mouse. I say journey as these little ones can flit from one hide out to the next at lightening speeds and trying to put an empty shoe carton over it is harder than one might imagine.
It took Bob three tries before he caught it safely beneath it and then he carefully took it outside to let it escape. Perhaps he didn't take it far enough because as soon as we closed the door we heard another commotion outside. Sadly our feral boys had noticed and thought it was midnight snack from us.
We often forget that the main reason we got Mausi in the first place was to help us get rid of mice in our house. That she has and is doing splendidly and even though it wasn't fun close to midnight, we made sure to give her a meaty treat before going to bed. Team work at its best....
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