Mouse-capades…
Well, we have just been woken 2 days in a row by the lovely Starsky. She hasn't had any teeth for a while now (5 years) but still managed to catch a whole horde of shrews, voles and mice when we first moved here last Summer (I counted something like 25). About 50% of them got re-released and the other 50% had been gummed (or pummelled) to death already.
Sad really. Because I love cats. AND I love wildlife. And cats occasionally wantonly kill wildlife. One of life's Catch-22s.
Anyhow, so when we discovered we had mice in the entrance hall (we need to rebuild and put in a cement foundation to deal with the problem) we thought it would just be a matter of time before Starsky 'earned her keep' and dealt with them for us. Especially as they were busy in the area of her food and litter-tray…
But No! She sleeps under the duvet with us while the mice party downstairs every night!
Until now. Yesterday she brought a half-dead mouse into the bedroom at first light, announced with that lovely MWOOOOAOW she does when her mouth is full and she can't Miaow properly. Poor Duncan had to 'deal' with it.
And today she brought us a live one. And we haven't found it yet. Thanks Starsk!
Don't you love country living?