... is, I hope, still alive somewhere at the bottom of our driveway.
I was eating my breakfast when I saw Gramsci trotting towards me with a mouse in his mouth - I thought it was one of his toy mice (let's call them "trainer mice," going forwards), waiting to be thrown - until I realised it had black beady eyes and a long tail and ... Grams looked very pleased with himself. Then he dropped it, and it scampered off into the farthest corner of the room, under a wooden cart/side table. Admittedly, this wasn't the best circumstances for a flashless photo, but this gives you a sense of the peril the mouse was in ... it then fled again; Grammy pounced - and the next thing I knew he dropped it again and it (wise mouse) was lying on its back in the middle of the hall, pretending to be dead.
So I scooped it up with the bowl-and-cardboard contraption we keep handy for centipedes (and mice), and (it was far from dead) took it down the driveway in the rain. It looked a bit battered - but if this was the mouse that Moth caught-and-released a couple of days back that's been hiding out somewhere (and let's hope that's the case), it's had some nasty experiences recently in cats' mouths. I was pleased Gramsci didn't use his preternaturally long teeth on it. What a day for him!
My stars ... This is almost too much excitement for this reader to bear. Gramsci, you're making a name for yourself as a skilled mouser. I'm glad the mouse survived its ordeal. Great photo--it really captures the drama!
ReplyDeleteThe mouse came back, outside, the next day! Obviously suicidal. Let's hope it doesn't venture indoors again ...
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