Aboot This Hoose

EEEEEEK!

I do hope you have a mental picture of me stood on a stool, pulling up my various skirts, underskirts and knickers while calling for a cat.

That's right, my Dear Fellows and Dear Princess. There is a MOUSE! At large! Running amok! Somewhere in our house!

I didn't find it. Jasper found it. He was fussing around one of our doors. I could see a little tail sticking out from underneath the door itself. "Oh, he's patted his toy mousie under there," I said, moving the door.

And then the "toy mousie" SHOT across the kitchen floor before Jasper POUNCED and caught it. 

I cannot tell you how pleased he was with himself. He trotted off, all happy with his tail in the air. 

JASPER: I caught a mouse! La la laaaa!

But I guess he put it down to play with it. He won't make THAT mistake again. The little rodental rocket ZIPPED back into the living room and into the Cat Tunnel*.

Punky and Jasper went BUH-NONKERS, hearing little mousie feet running up and down in there. Punky disappeared inside and all I could hear was OOF - BONK - THUD - WHACK WHACK WHACK - DOOF.

Jasper was crouched outside one of the entrances. The mouse literally leapt out, RIGHT INTO HIS MOUTH. Fortunately for the mouse, this totally shocked Jasper who didn't think such a thing could happen. He was still gathering himself when the mouse did a 180, back into the tunnel with Punky.

Meanwhile, I had armed myself with a bowl and was also trying (ineffectually) to catch the mouse. But honestly, I was too busy laughing and trying not to step on cats.

Punky and the mouse emerged from the OTHER end of the tunnel, and the mouse then shot under the couch.

And that was the end of that. I could attempt to move furniture, but I know it would be useless. The mouse would just run from under one end of the couch to the other. I think my best hope is for it to do a runner, let a cat catch it again, then rescue it. 

And the cats WILL catch it again, I'm sure. They are on high alert, as you can see from Jasper's picture. And both of them looking very pleased with themselves after all the excitement.

S.

* You may remember this is a cardboard box, about four feet long, that our sideboard arrived in. Feefs covered it in black plastic, cut a hole at either end, and re-purposed it as a Cat Tunnel. The irony that a mouse should use it as an escape route is not lost on our boys.