Juniper (the cat) has brought in three mice this morning, all alive and a bit shocked. I am house sitting, and I think this is my welcome gift. The little fella on the left is too shy to have his picture taken really. Here he is demonstrating his best escape manoeuvre, 'tunnel'. I can see why he gets caught. Currently he is in 'rehab' in a shoe box, until I release him when Juniper is occupied indoors.
I think I need the advice of Martin De Porres to cope with this week. He was nice to mice. Juniper, meanwhile, feels very Cartesian about the whole affair: 'I moused, therefore I cat'.