The end of the tale
Ambled into my kitchen to make coffee and met the rodent.He wasn't looking at all well. The cat, ever hopeful of a midnight snack, followed me in the kitchen, saw the rodent, and wandered over to have a look.
I left the kitchen. (Bear in mind I do know the cat has never, in 14 years, eaten so much as a nibble of any of his catches)
The cat then appeared in the hall, looking undecided, gingerly holding it in his mouth.
Take it outside, I said.
Cat instead went upstairs. I bravely followed. Can't find either of them.
So I'm here for the night. What we gonna talk about, chaps?
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Maybe kitty put it in your bed or one of your shoes....you know....as a gift.
He has left the mouse inside the flap
It looks dead.
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Yeah yeah I know. Spain.
Where the hell is Tenner when you need a chap in Glasgow?
For now have bravely put a tupperware bowl over it
Will move it tomorrow morning when I feel strong again
JJ give me your address for shipping this cat.
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I'm still a bit trembly
Once I swept one of the cat's victims into a dustpan and was carrying it downstairs when it came back to life.
You probably heard the scream.
So now I only move corpses when I know beyond a shadow of a doubt they are corpses. One zombie mouse in a lifetime is enough.
I always thought you were a nice man and now turns out you're torturing me
OH NO sounds like someone tapped a tupperware
Ggggood nnnnight.
Light a candle, read a Robert Burns poem reverently then fling him in the hedge.
I have put on my santa list that I would very much like a man living close enough to remove rodents, threateningly large spiders, and potentially with some plumbing abilities. Fingers crossed.
I would have moved into a hotel
The cat is 14 so I have slowly grown accustomed over the years to coping with his horrible habits and the revolting things he brings into the house.
I had to, really, after I went in hysterics to my neighbour to ask him to remove first dead mouse
Seriously - 8 inches from nose to end of tail and you are still calling it a mouse?
I always feel sorry for mice, they are actually tiny
That ain't no mouse
Nah, I would have heard it practicing. Bagpipes can be heard up to a mile away on a still day. On a normal breezy Scottish day (we have 100 hurricanes a year, I believe) that sound can travel MILES.
One wee rodent quietly tootling away under the stove, I'da hoid it.
We may have a new breed on our hands
I keep seeing that poor wee critter weaving onto the worktop and just looking at me. Make this stop, it seemed to be saying. Please end this now.
It HAD to go. I couldn't be encouraging critters to think my kitchen is open to creatures of the night.
But I feel like a murderess
Just do a little celebration ceremony of his life, them leave him go
After all it is just a body, the energy has moved on somewhere else.