Glaring Cat

I went into my computer room yesterday, as is my wont, frequently, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw something moving fast across the carpet and going under the wardrobe. It then came out briefly before disappearing again, otherwise I might have thought I was seeing things. Yes, it WAS a mouse!

EEEEK!

Apart from the EEEEK! factor, this is unheard of. I have never seen a mouse in the flat, and I've never heard of mice ever being here. Moths, yes, we get infested with them at times, but mice - no.

And I don't suppose he was a hermit mouse. He'd probably have a wife and several children.

I imagined having to dispose of a wee mouse with its neck broken in a wire trap, and wee splatters of blood on the carpet. These traps were commonplace in the old houses when I was growing up, and I was horrified by them, but of course that was my father's job. However, two nice plastic 'hygienic ' ones were bought and you throw the whole thing away. Not hygienic for the mouse, mind you, but hygienic for the squeamish person. I have examined the entry hole for the possible freeing of the mouse far far away from my flat, but it's very small. If the mouse didn't want to come out (and you can't reason with a mouse) I couldn't force it out.

I set them up last night and was eventually brave enough to come in to look this morning. Nothing. Traps still open. Peanut butter uneaten. Maybe he doesn't like peanut butter. Has he gone to the next flat?

Maybe I was seeing things... I did have a weird thing in my eyes in front of TV once which lasted about half an hour and had me in a complete panic. No, it wasn't the X Factor.

I decided I should borrow a neighbourhood cat. On my wander out this morning in the sunshine (dire warnings for days of a Friday deluge proved wrong) I saw this cat and called sweetly to it.

"Puss Puss. Would you like to come home with me?"

It just stared at me like I was completely MAD! And it didn't move. We had a stare-a-thon, but I got a bit spooked, and blinked first. I then decided I didn't actually want to be in a confined space with this moggie, so I took a photo instead.

Back home awaiting the arrival of the new oven this afternoon. Then the arrival of the electrician to put it in. And me helping the electrician to carry old oven down the stairs.

Something tells me it won't all go smoothly...