Henry has also brought home his first mouse. Unfortunately, the mouse was cleverer than he expected because it hit successfully in a flower pot. I don’t remember who lost interest first, Henry or me, but it was 2 am and I went to bed.
When my husband found the mouse cowering behind an orchid in the morning, he tried to take it outside (the whole flower pot) but mousey jumped and ran behind the living room cupboard. Henry followed – we had no idea that he could even get behind the cupboard – and appeared again in the CD rack. Mousey stayed hidden.
I bought a live trap but have so far been unable to set it up. Hence, we had another night of living with a mouse. I came into the living room this morning to find two pot plants lying on the floor and a cat mesmerized by the kitchen skirting.
On the upside we now know that there is no rotting mouse corpse somewhere in the flat.