A mouse ran over dear heart's foot last night. He did not approve. So the mouse thingy was plugged in downstairs.
I am not entirely sure how effective it is. Dear heart slept on the sofa last night as he often finds it easier to sleep there when he is poorly, especially as he can put the fire on and the bedrooms are a bit cold.
Well, his sleep was broken last night. Evil cat was actually hunting. Now it doesn't necessarily mean that there was a mouse to hunt, and it is certainly no guarantee of any success, but at 4am it is surprising how much noise a cat smaller than my handbag and considerably lighter can make and exactly how much force she puts into using a person as a launching pad!
I hope she is a deterrent, rather like a Trident that can't launch. The mouse doesn't know she is elderly, creaky and not entirely all there.
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