Well, it starts with a cat.. but then becomes the Mouse's Tail..
Partner was outside getting something from his van when Margaret Tiddler ran up to him with something in her mouth. She deposited it at his feet and he discovered it was a mouse.
Minutes later Partner was back in the kitchen asking me for a cardboad box. He had his hand cupped round a teeny tiny little mouse. I thought I might feel afraid in case he ran up my arm, but he looked so nervous and trembly, and he had such cute little black eyes that I couldn't be scared.
We put Mousie in a little box that had had teabags in it. He just crouched there, looking totally stunned.
We thought it best to leave him quietly alone, so we switched off the light and just left him there. We peeped in the box every hour or so, fully expecting to find him dead, but he was just sitting there trembling.
Later on, I put a teaspoon of muesli in the box with him, plus some water in an old bottle top in case he needed a drink. And I gave him a piece of paper towel in case he wanted to make a little bed.
Before went to bed, he was sitting up cleaning his whiskers. At that point we became hopeful that he might make it through the night. Partner declared he should be called 'Genghis' (as in Genghis Khan) because he was a fighter!
In the morning Genghis was looking quite lively and had done some little mouse's poos in the box. So it was time to give him his freedom. Partner took him to the field out the back . As soon as he opened the box, Genghis bounded out and disapeared into some long grass.
It was lovely having a little pet mousie for a night! I hope Genghis went on to live a long mousie life.