Twenty-four degrees at 1pm. Sunny and seeming hot. A perfect day for sitting in the churchyard, drinking up the sun and the view (which I wasn't).
A mousey kind of day here in Carmine.
First, my beloved mouser was found in the children's room playing with a mouse. Still alive, and not a stuffed one from the stuffed animals repository that hangs, overfull, from the ceiling. On detection, the cat escaped and the mouse hid. I'm hoping we don't find it in a few days' time by its smell.
Much later, a mouse nest was discovered in the new sofa. Much mouse-style damage. M., who came through the door at exactly the moment of discovery, was not am(o)used.
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Wednesday, 7 May 2008
A mouse about the house
Twenty-four degrees at 1pm. Sunny and seeming hot. A perfect day for sitting in the churchyard, drinking up the sun and the view (which I wasn't).
A mousey kind of day here in Carmine.
First, my beloved mouser was found in the children's room playing with a mouse. Still alive, and not a stuffed one from the stuffed animals repository that hangs, overfull, from the ceiling. On detection, the cat escaped and the mouse hid. I'm hoping we don't find it in a few days' time by its smell.
Much later, a mouse nest was discovered in the new sofa. Much mouse-style damage. M., who came through the door at exactly the moment of discovery, was not am(o)used.
A mousey kind of day here in Carmine.
First, my beloved mouser was found in the children's room playing with a mouse. Still alive, and not a stuffed one from the stuffed animals repository that hangs, overfull, from the ceiling. On detection, the cat escaped and the mouse hid. I'm hoping we don't find it in a few days' time by its smell.
Much later, a mouse nest was discovered in the new sofa. Much mouse-style damage. M., who came through the door at exactly the moment of discovery, was not am(o)used.
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