Suicidal

Last night, as I was getting the cats' supper ready just before going to bed, the catflap banged. I was still waiting for Dandy and Beano to come in, so I didn't pay much attention.

It wasn't until I saw a small furry rodent run past my foot that I realised that the new arrival had brought his own supper with him. Then released it.

The poor creature ran around looking for somewhere to escape. Mitzi and Twiglet joined in the hunt, and poor little mousey ended up in each mouth in turn. I assumed it had breathed its last, but then Twiglet dropped it in the little hallway between the kitchen, the downstairs loo and the back door, and it made another bid for freedom. I shut Twiggy in the kitchen, then set about trying to catch the little thing and put it outside. It eluded capture (I'm no match for a hunting cat or a hunted mouse) and when I opened the back door, it hopped over the sill and into the conservatory.

I've been aware for some time that mice were finding their way into the conservatory via the drain, but can't find a solution. They love to invade the bird feeding cupboard and chew through the wrappers. But the cats know this. Surely the mice must be suicidal to come anywhere near my house? I often find decapitated remains.

Well, this little escapologist will live to breed another day, so I imagine its offspring will inherit its capacity to outwit feline and human alike.

And let's face it, with competition like this, how can they lose:


Mitzi in laidback mood.


Dandy the Drowsy.