Quite a quiet 5th of November, a few noisy fireworks at the weekend but basically very quiet. Kept all 3 cats in and they each found a warm spot to sleep and were quite happy.
Thomas has a mild dose of cat flu, very unfair considering out of the 3 of them he goes out the least AND all 3 have been continually vaccinated. He has had an antibiotic injection and has tablets to take twice a day, that should prove interesting, I have never had to give him tablets as yet, I wonder how he will react? At the same time, I thought I would have Buster and Georgie vaccinated as they are due in December, the Vet came here and Georgie got wise to the slight change of routine and probably thought she was off to the cattery again so shot behind the brick TV unit which is totally inaccessible to me, and hour later she is still there! So Buster is vaccinated and Georgie will have to be done next time.
Now those of you who read this site on a regular basis will know that although I am not keen on mice I don't mind them too much. That is of course provided they stay in their natural habitat and I stay in mine! Theirs is the outside of the house in the fields, mine is inside.
I came into the sitting room tonight whilst talking on the 'phone to find Georgie laying on her back with both front paws pushed under the plant stand, a gap of about 2 inches. Thomas was close by watching intently. I assumed there was something of interest to her under the stand and guessed the likelihood was that it was a mouse. Carefully I moved the stand and out shot a mouse! 2 cats dived in the same direction and Georgie reclaimed her prize. Her language was definitely that of Essex Girl when both Thomas and I tried to relieve her of it. At that point she dodged us both and took it full pace upstairs. I abruptly finished my call, I had no desire to have a mouse sharing my bedroom. Georgie was found under the bed, unreachable in the centre! Still growling. I closed other doors and left her to it. Back downstairs I returned to my 'phone call, Thomas thundered downstairs, mouse in mouth looking very pleased with himself and then dropped it! Under the sofa it went. There I was manoeuvring the sofa trying not to squash it or for that matter Thomas who was very keen on joining it. Eventually Thomas caught it and I pushed him and the mouse out of the front door. Relief! I walked into the kitchen, probably took me all of 12 steps, to find? Thomas about to enter through the catflap with mouse STILL in mouth, I locked the flap. He had to leave the front garden, enter the garden next door, go through the front, round the side and across the back to get to the flap, he must have set an Olympic record!
He ate the mouse :-(