Urrrggggggghhhhhhhhhh<\/p>\n
So – came downstairs this morning and sat at the dining room table, faffing on the laptop.<\/p>\n
Kind of noticed that Mojo wasn't being her usual attentive self, desperately trying to climb onto the keyboard as she normally does – well, not being attentive in my direction anyway. For some reason her little green eyes were focused on the corner of the room, which I took to be her watching the fence in case the rogue cat was coming for a visit.<\/p>\n
And then the scratching started….<\/p>\n
A little soft noise from the corner of the room. Starting, then stopping. Was it real? Was I imagining it? Took me ages to pull back the curtain as I thought some horrid bloody rat-nasty might be there… but no, nothing in sight. Then thought it must be some animal in the wall cavity as there was nothing to see – but it sounded a bit closer than that.<\/p>\n
Hawksey in the meantime was hiding on the sofa with his feet up – the masterful big rugby laying hunter-gatherer leaving his poor fiancee to work out the source of the noise and Mojo's corner fascination.<\/p>\n
And that's when I saw the tiny feet. Or rather the silhouette. INSIDE the bloody curtains – the mystery scratching was something up inside the curtains, right at the top. All I could see was a pair of squiddly feet and scrawny limbs desperately trying to cling on. With an anticipatory Mojo by this time at the foot of the curtains, looking hopeful.<\/p>\n
And then the sliding began. Like little claws on a blackboard, down the inside of the lining, faster and faster as whatever the hell it was lost its knackered grip and slid inexorably towards the jaws of Mojo.<\/p>\n
And out popped – a whopping great mouse, Squeaking its terrified head off. Charmingly crapping for Britain as it finally hit the deck and legged it for the safety of the radiator.<\/p>\n
Cue me standing on the table with the camera and Hawksey retreating even further, the big girls blouse.<\/p>\n
And Mojo losing interest, wandering off, so the mouse pegged it into the understairs cupboard. Where all the wedding champagne is, so if you get a bottle with some gnawing marks on it, you'll know which cat (and fiance) to blame! G-ross.<\/p>\n
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