Hoots Mon!

There's a moose loose aboot this hoose. And it's not the first. 

Bramble has been bringing 'presents' in ever since receiving the all clear from the blood tests. The first (in the bedroom) was dead; the next (in the bedroom) was live, she was shooed out but left the mouse; again, (In the dining room) she released it but it was caught in the trap. There have been a couple that she has just eaten.

But there's one in the hallway, it has been living under the pile of rucksacs and shopping bags. While I cowered in a corner Mr Flum cleared up the mess and checked every single pocket in every single bag. He actually saw the mouse but it disappeared so he set the trap.

That was yesterday. I still tremble every time Bramble comes into a room....