naughty Sylvie brought a mouse in on sat night, it was still alive, so I tried to save it! Sylvie desperately trying to open the door with her paw, dropped the mouse, I kneeled down,grabbed cat and the mouse disappeared, I thought it must have run under the settee. Cat shot off out of cat flap, I stood up when I felt something run up my leg! Yes the mouse had shot up my tracky bottoms! rolled them up, shook leg, then decided it must have gone. Then I laid down on the settee to watch a programme on BBC2 for an hour, in the meantime Moses my older cat came and sat on my back. After about an hour and a half I got up, when I felt movement in the waist band of my tracky botts!
Yep the pesky mouse was still there, must have curled up and gone to sleep in a nice warm place
legged it into porch, disrobed and out shot the mousey and hid behind my muddy stable boots. Shut the door and the next morning managed to catch him in an ice cream container and gave him his freedom back at the end of my garden
