Hello, Hamish here.  Dougie and I are going to take it in turns to post and it’s me today.  What a day it’s been.   First of all, let me set the scene by meowing to you that I’m a purrlific hunter and mice are my speciality.  Dougie hunts too and he’s pretty hot on voles.  Since we are both so good, Mom and Dad spend a lot of time trying to rescue little furry creatures and, I have to admit, they have some degree of success.

Anyway, back to the story.   Given my pawress, it is a rare moment when a mouse gets the better of me but Fosdyke the Field Mouse (no, of course it wasn’t me that named him) managed to do just that.  You see, I brought him in a few days ago and lost him.  In my defence, I was distracted by the irresistible food in my bowl and just dropped him.  He ran away and hid, which would have been fine but for his next mousey stunt.  Overnight he stole a pile of crispies from our bowl and hid them!  What a cheek AND it gets worse.  He re-appeared during the day by the patio doors in the kitchen, bold as a magpie.  Now that would have been fine, I could have just caught him but Dad spotted him first and captured him with his home-made humane mouse trap.  Guess what?  Dad locked me in and released Fosdyke in the garden! 

I’m the laughing stock of the mouse community.