Date: July 16th, 2003 02:11 am (UTC)From:(Anonymous)
I was woken up at 2:30am last night by Chester yowling in the living room. When I went to ask him to keep the noise down, he rushed between my legs and into the bedroom. I could hear him under the bed, and once Jo got a light we could see that he was playing with a live mouse.
We weren't going to get any sleep until he finished, so I got the broom to chase him out into the garden. Before I started shoving him, he lost the mouse. It ran into a corner of the room, and none of us could find it.
At this point I called Chester a "furry little pillock", and he ran out of the house in a huff. He's supposed to be a mouser, but he keeps losing live ones. He loses them in boots, he loses them under the video, he loses them in the bedroom. We'd have far fewer mice in the house if he wasn't so sloppy.
At the moment the mouse is still there, hidden somewhere. When we left for work we told Chester to get rid of it before the evening, but he just ignored us and sat on the bed licking his arse.
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Date: July 16th, 2003 02:11 am (UTC)From: (Anonymous)We weren't going to get any sleep until he finished, so I got the broom to chase him out into the garden. Before I started shoving him, he lost the mouse. It ran into a corner of the room, and none of us could find it.
At this point I called Chester a "furry little pillock", and he ran out of the house in a huff. He's supposed to be a mouser, but he keeps losing live ones. He loses them in boots, he loses them under the video, he loses them in the bedroom. We'd have far fewer mice in the house if he wasn't so sloppy.
At the moment the mouse is still there, hidden somewhere. When we left for work we told Chester to get rid of it before the evening, but he just ignored us and sat on the bed licking his arse.
- Adrian