Panic and excitement in the house today after Marley brought in a live mouse – and let it go. My mum was not pleased.
She had gone to make some lunch and when she came back she found Marley stalking the sofa, trying to get round the back and generally making a big fuss. He spent an hour pacing back and forth, scrabbling under one end then the other. If he’d asked I could have helped. I am a sniffer dog, after all.
My mum managed to lift the sofa at one end and the mouse scurried out – but the Marls wasn’t quick enough and it scuttled under the bureau. Marley set off in hot pursuit, there were lots of squeals and we thought he had it cornered. She decided to leave them to it and we sat in the yard in the sun for a while.
We came back and Marley is in the middle of the room, nonchalant expression on his face. Had he caught it and taken it outside; could we rest in peace? He toyed with his home made catnip sock (he and Cleo are utterly spoilt; I never get handmade toys) but then had a couple of noses under the sofa and bureau.
Mum lifted it again – no mouse. Marley seems to have lost interest now and gone back outside. But we still aren’t sure whether the house is a mouse-free zone…