Was awakened by the most almighty crash at 0230 this morning. It was clear from the noise of pounding hooves that the last trump had sounded and the four horsemen of the apocalypse were riding through the bedroom. [Bear in mind that I had seen an opera last night in which Nero quite properly appeared from a hotel room bearing the number 666].
As I awakened further and listened more carefully, I suspected that the four horsemen of the apocalypse had exchanged their chargers for large mythical feline beasts the better to ride through the world.
Turned the light on to find that there was in fact only one large mythical feline and a disappointing lack of horsemen of the apocalypse. The cat was at work and it was clear that she was on to something.
A short time later, the wee sleekit beast that she was trying to get her paws on ran across the room. Cat and mouse zoomed under the bed. All that was needed to complete the scene was a naked human standing on the bed shrieking. Reader, do you think I could lay supine and relax?
There was much running around the bedroom – paws pounding the carpet.
A degree of calm was restored and I fell asleep about 0300, only for the hunt to break out again at 0600.
At this time, there has been no definitive resolution to this tale. Madam is prowling the bedroom in a menacing fashion.
Note that this is the first time that I have actually seen a sleekit one alive in the house. There was a corpse incident which Madam was very proud of a while ago though I never discovered in that case whether the action was inside the house or outside. Last night, it was most definitely inside.
Re: The curious incident of the mouse in the night time
“The Minister's Cat”
The minister's cat was a ………..useless cat.
Given up on spiders and now can't even handle a mouse.
Top Tip – easy way to catch a mouse – 1 tin of silly string will easily trap it with little effort, and from a distance!