I live in an old farmhouse, so it’s not surprising that I will occasionally get a mouse in the house. I caught one on Christmas day, and I’ve not seen or heard a sign of one since. Until last night… This morning, I found more conclusive evidence of an intruder.
Just where does he think he’s going?
The impudent little beast seemed to think this was a great photo shoot. Get your little mousy butt off my corkscrew!
The canned dog food was delicious as well. That’s really what he was after, the dog food from where I fed Stella this morning.
Really, this is not acceptable. Where’s the cat?
I can’t believe this! Now we’re playing peek-a-boo!
Seriously, I think I might have better luck taming this one down and then “freeing” him.
I washed the dishes, and that little rodent was still coming out. I swear I heard a squeeking noise that sounded like some little mouse laughing his whiskers off!