There is a mouse in my house.
Probably more than one if truth be told.
I know this because the little furry bastard ran across my desk the other night while I was typing! I thought the horrible creatures were shy and sneaky, not bold and brash. Damnable thing.
My aging cat, has been prowling around trying to look useful ever since the first rustling noises were heard. I didn't hold out much hope for any useful activity from that source, but she surprised me yesterday morning when I emerged from sleep to discover her happily playing with an injured rodent.
Good for her, I thought and gave her extra treats that day.
But either there is more than one, or the bloody little vermin is a Time Mouse and regenerated since this morning I spotted a mouse in my printer.
I was so tempted to press CTRL-P...