Another post from the usually very irregular blogger!
What's going on?
Re. last post, cont'd.....
8pm. Izzy..."DAD QUICK, GYPSY'S GOT A MOUSE AND SHE'S GOING TO EAT IT, QUICK DAD, SAVE IT BEFORE IT DIES!!!!!"
Rush out to the utility room where Gypsy has wedged herself behind the freezer, desperately trying to pin down the terrified mouse.
Kev pulls out the freezer. No mouse.
Out come the tumble dryer and washing machine. Still no mouse. Just a few mouse poos.
"It must be under the fridge-freezer!" Out comes the fridge-freezer.
Gypsy pounces on the mouse and goes for a quick sprint around the kitchen, into the dining room and under the sideboard.
Izzy grabs Gypsy, scolds her severely and bans her to the living room.
"Why don't you just let her catch the mouse and take it back outside?" I ask.
"NO THAT'S SO CRUEL, WE HAVE TO SAVE IT!!!!" wails Izzy.
"But that's what cats do, it's natures way Izzy" I tell her but to no avail.....she's on a mouse-saving mission.
The hunt continues. I decide to vacuum up the mouse poo and all the other crap that lurks underneath the utility room appliances.
The seemingly unharmed mouse is eventually found underneath the desk, inside the printer. It's gently set free into the garden where Gypsy was no doubt waiting to reclaim her prey and wondering at our ungrateful reaction towards her gift to us.
2am. Mouse drama long over and everyone fast asleep in bed.
The smoke alarm starts shrieking, waking Kev and I but luckily not the kids.
An investigation finds no smoke, with or without fire.
We slowly doze off to sleep again.
2.30am. Smoke alarm starts again.
Another investigation. No smoke.
Doze off again.
3am. Smoke alarm starts again. Deliberate whether or not to take the batteries out but I'm starting to get a bit paranoid by now. Every room is checked again.
Back to bed.
3.30am. The same all over again.
By now Kev has turned into Mr Angry and pulls smoke alarms from ceilings and swears alot.
4am-ish. Eventually drift off to sleep again.
5.30am. "Brep-bust peese Mammy?"