My cat thinks it's a Retriever...

At least, what little I can guess of her mind seems to think that.

She returned with another little present for me this evening - a very small, noisy & feisty Shrew. Boy, can they jump!

I kept it in a tall bucket until both cats were shut in - after the mouse episode a few days ago I didn't want it brought back 10 minutes later.

It scurried off into the night, shortly after Ralph came home & they were both tucking into their suppers.