Yesterday was happy feet day – the regular visit of the chiropodist. But happier still were the feet that did not tread on the mouse of the night. Fox has obviously found a regular supply of rodents and wants to share his bounty with us.
But I have to admit to being horrified that there was another mouse last night, laid carefully between the bedroom and the bathroom where unsuspecting bare feet are to be treated to the horrors of dead animal fur on feet. Yuck! Thankfully, Him Behind the Wheel did the necessary although he failed to spare me the details of it being half a mouse that time.
Sometimes I wonder why I keep a cat. Then I remember that he is a good patroller of the inside of the house too. I just need to get him to understand that dead presents of food can be left on the doorstep outside the house.