Mouses

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I appear to have a very small, temporary, pet mouse. When a cat brings in a live one, I catch it and put it in the garden. When the cat brings in a dead one, I pick it up in kitchen paper and put it in the bin. This one ambles very slowly and blearily. It has a bit of a hole in it, and a half-chewed tail. At the moment it is in a box with a piece of cheese and half a grape, where it is crawling under the kitchen paper to find a dark space to curl up in.

Pandora-cat gave me such a dirty look.

EDIT: Oh, that's serious mouse/grape OM NOM NOM action.

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We discovered that a very nice but dimwitted chap in the terraced street one across from us was live-trapping the mice in his house and releasing them "to the wild" in the park. And as they were house mice and not park mice, they became an easy target for Flynn who promptly brought them home. If we got live ones, John used to take them to school and release them up there where they could choose between buildings and the great outdoors. Heaven alone knows what got them next.