During the vacation, Arsouille, our cat, had the eccentric idea to bring back mice.
I saw it, passing by the ventilation hole with a speedy in the mouth and, all to trust and seeming to smile, it opened its mouth and… left the mouse! Quickly in lower part of the pieces of furniture! Not average to catch it. Our large beta, in the middle of the kitchen, with its astonished air, obviously too large, was unable to pass.

Some time after I went to the kiné and I left Sylvie, Arsouille and speedy to the house. The weather was so calm that the bitchy girl (the mouse, not Sylvie) left her hiding-place, passed behind the refrigerator, slipped by along the wall and ate in the mess tin of the cat. Sylvie, very surprised, raised her feet and sat down on the table: she had the tokens! And thus I found her while coming back.
Two, three days later, same comedy: the little sister of the other or her lover? because for a certain time I heard much noise close to the dustbin.

Yesterday, always with Sylvie, we installed traps of  mouse: what a business to assemble them! A small piece of cheese and, during the night, two were taken with the trap. In the morning it was my man who threw them to the dustbin and we reinstalled new soft foods. Around eleven hours, while I ironed (Arsouille being lying on the table) clap… a third: was this foreign or a child of both others? I have a pretence of answer because while returning in the afternoon I found 2 corpses again. The sixth died in the night and I found the last in lower part of gas while playing ball with our “hunter”.

Morality: take a cat to catch the mice and you will have more than ever!