on his way back to the hydrangeas. I saw him scampering behind the ash bucket late last night and managed to persuade him that the back of the stove was not a mouse friendly environment. I also gave him a strict talking to about allowing himself to be caught by a wobbly-legged, toothless, sixteen year old cat who makes bagpuss look svelte and athletic.
I hope the mouse will develop some sense of self respect and avoid her in the future.
Smudge is still operating a strict demarcation of labour and stayed snoozing in the conservatory during the whole mouse trapping episode.
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