I was feeling lousy all day, a head full of molten lava, and a body that was worried by fevers and chills. The thing about living with cats is they're not very imaginative gift givers. So, as touched as I was by this effort, as far as remedies go I'm not sure that recently deceased mouse has ever been on the menu.

Better by far was N picking it up with exaggerated care, tiptoeing to the back door with pantomime reverence, then flinging it unceremoniously into the night shouting "Wheeeeee!" like sugar-fuelled infant on a swing.