It took me a while to notice the dead mouse under the chair in the family room this morning. This is Poppy’s boudoir but she had obviously been conducting a personal safari overnight. This is the second time!
We spent Mothering Sunday in Auchterarder. Beautiful church and a congregation of many talents – looking for a Rector at present.
No – intact. She’s a pedigree cat and she’s into presentation. She’s also been having trouble getting the grouse through the cat flap.
Only the second time! And a whole mouse, not just a spleen, or one with the head missing? Early days yet…
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