The Rescuers

I wondered why Jasp was so quiet on the floor in the lounge. It turns out a mouse had been captured by either he or - more likely - Matilda. I discovered him lurking by one of the sofas, and when I pushed it back slightly the mouse was briefly revealed - luckily he or she disappeared before his lordship's claws could make contact. I promptly dispatched him to the front hall, crept upstairs and shut the door on Mattie and then played musical chairs for a little while until the mouse was manouvered towards the rear patio door. Eventually the mouse departed, I watched he or her scurry around to the side of the house and then - a few minutes later - let the cats back out.

It felt good to do such a small, simple thing. Sod's law dictates that one of the cats will eventually catch poor mouse again, but at least he or she has a fighting chance of escape and survival. And it beats reading all the depressing posts on the Bowyer saga, which rumbles on.