Scribblings from the Mitchy Side

My cat is dim. He caught a fat mouse on Monday and brought it in to play with. Smart mouse played dead, dim cat got bored. So it was that five minutes before I was due to scamper off to Chess, I spotted a furry brown mousey scuttling across the carpet.

The cat was yelled at to get rid of that bloody mouse by the time I got back...

Monday night and Tuesday passed, no sign of mouse, no furry corpse or pieces of meeces anywhere. I offer up a prayer Rob had eaten the thing. Last night, just before I went to bed, guess what I saw scuttling across the carpet? Towards a snoozing cat who couldn't even be bothered to open one eye and look at what was squeaking?

*headdesks*

He got yelled at to sort out that bloody mouse, after I'd spent five fruitless minutes trying to catch it. I stomped off to the bathroom and when I came out, Rob was standing over the motionless furry body of the mouse. Hurrah, I said, and told Rob he was a good boy. Went to grab some kitchen towel, picked up the mouse...and it squeaked loudly and indignantly and tried to escape.

Once I'd recovered from the fright and re-caught the mousey, I calmed it down so that it wouldn't wriggle and hurt itself and then I took it outside. It was a cute mouse and we both agreed my cat was stupid. Last I saw, it was scampering off towards the shelter of the nearby hedge. I dare say it was cat bait by morning but hopefully a smarter cat than mine caught it :P

In other news, have some pretty pictures. These are seriously amazing and would make good wallpapers too :)

http://discovermagazine.com/photos/01-each-grain-of-sand-a-tiny-work-of-art