Deja vu

24 hours on, I am once again confronted with a cowering mouse in the hall, and am desperately trying to chivvy it outside using a vulture, a longbow and a plastic sword. I am beginning to suspect that Pellinor's briefcase is actually a portal to the parallel universe ruled by mice. A few weeks ago, he found a live mouse in his briefcase en route to work. Last night's mouse emerged from his briefcase; I was alerted to its presence by the cats staring intently at said briefcase. Today's mouse also emerged from the case. (I don't know if it's the same mouse. I was given the gift of a dead mouse this morning, which I presumed was last night's hapless adventurer.)

ETA (10.30 p.m.): Another dead mouse? It's either this morning's mouse come back (I disposed of it deep in the fuchsia, but Sometimes They Come Back), or it's the one I just spent 20 minutes of angst and trauma trying to save. I need Pellinor to come back. These cats gets far too cocky without Big Stompy Monster to keep them in their place.

Ah well. There's always that stray bottle of port* that Pellinor brought back from Summerfest... (Along with the vulture. Which, incidentally, when discarded on the bottom step looks very worrying like a dead Precious.)

* Which doesn't help get rid of mice, admittedly, but hey...