Mouse memories...

of the one who got away in the wee hours of the morning disrupting the sleep of both mummas! Snatched in a section of the house that houses the loft stairs, adjacent to our connected barn, lost in the kitchen after a trip with a muffled 'mouseful' chorus to the upstairs! It was a big daddy mousie who managed to escape to safety under the crack of the cellar door in the kitchen. 

Needless to say, she was devastated at the loss. The hunt included reckless acrobatics involving a leap in the dark through the upstairs banister slats( we would never think she could fit anymore!) and a race down to the stairs after she lost it in the upstairs hallway. It was dropped again in the dowstairs hallway when I picked her up, mouse in mouth, with the mouse then dropping on my bare foot!!!! It was a big country mouse, so it was apparently hard for her to get a good purchase on the thing. I put her down and the hunt was on again. She dropped it once more after snatching it up in the downstairs hall. It flew under a kitchen bookcase, but she swept it out with one quick, cat arm swish. It promptly scooted, flattened as they can, under the crack of the cellar door to safety. We heard it thud( it was huge!) onto the stairs in the old cellar, off limits to Madame. Game over.

She's exhausted today and cross, see the extra.

For the Record,
This day came in cold and sunny.

All hands healing

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