11 March 2011 - Chicky growling means she caught a mouse again. You'd say those mice should know better than to come and live here, but this is a baby - what do they know? Chicky let's him go, and cheerfully sits next to him, waiting to grab him when he tries to run away. The little mouse is not moving. I can easily pick him up. The cats meow and growl at my fee, but the mouse is sitting still. He has huge whiskers and soft, almost see-through ears. I call him Peep.
What now?
Leaving him in the house means death by torture. Outside it's way too cold for him to survive. In the end I leave Peep with a cracker and some water in the attic. Hopefully it will help him through the next week and hopefully by then it will be warm enough to survive in the gardens behind the house.
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