This is Millie’s third mouse of yesterday. Unfortunately, it’s dead, but that doesn’t stop it being a toy.
Millie had to leave it in the yard last night where Mrs Danvers couldn’t see it. Then she had to bang on the window to get back indoors, as Mrs D had locked the cat flap. There will be guards on that cat flap next; I can hear them now: “Halt! Who goes there? Friend or mousehunter?” And maybe even strip searches. Nothing is beyond that woman.
But I was the first one to find it this morning when we were allowed out, and I rushed inside with it. Mrs Danvers heard me – “galloping hooves”, she remarked, and followed me to see why I looked so excited.
But I wasn’t excited for long. Was Mrs Danvers any kinder to me than to Millie? Not at all.
Another lovely treat confiscated.
Millie has gone out to find a replacement.