Looks like April has been sending out invitations unbeknown to us - NOT! (April is Hugh's pet mouse for those of you unsure). We also have a pet cat - Samurai but more often called The Monster for obvious reason - which just complicates matters. Well, the Monster loves his Dad (Den) and lately has insisted on bringing home gifts - mice! Now one would think we would be used to the cute little furry creatures ... hmmm ... jury is still out on that one.
Three nights ago Monster comes in and deposits a mouse (still alive) at Den's feet. Somehow (still marveling over this one) we managed to get the frozen from fear little mouse running again and encouraged it back out the door.
Two nights ago whilst chatting to Val on skype, I could hear the Monster crying to come it. But it is that certain meow he makes when he can't talk properly as HIS MOUTH IS CURRENTLY OCCUPIED! I refused to let him in and Den had trouble getting the Monster to drop this one. But we succeeded and another happy customer whizzed back out into the dark night.
Last night I was upstairs in bed and I can hear the Monster at the door - and making that familiar choked meow. Den ... not thinking ... LET HIM IN!
Need I continue?
What then followed was a comedy in errors (as Hugh got up to join the chase) but I stayed snug in bed pretending to be listening to a tale on the radio ... they had it ... now they lost it ... they chastised the Monster and banished him to the garage ... they cornered the mouse ... they lost the mouse.
So I return to my blog title .... we have a border.
Any bets on the end of this story and let me clarify right now, my two nature loving boys would rather set a trap for themselves than any living being. I just will have to work hard on getting them not to feed the little bugger. We have one caged mouse trying to get out and probably hiding somewhere, one free mouse trying to get in.
And Katie' s thoughts: "no brown mouse in the house" - Dr Seuss could not write better.