Had a nice time at the bluegrass festival. There was a group called Beatlegras. They adapted Beatles songs to bluegrass. Lots of good music and food trucks. I had a bbq brisket sandwich.
Long story short. Mouse in the bedroom (no clue how he got in). Four basically useless cats, 20 minutes of high jinx, I had to get my leather work gloves to catch and dispose of the varmint. And the cats got the reward...
Sir Avery (the youngest) actually cornered it at the end, it was so focused on him, didn't see me reaching. So I will give him credit for that
Coffee is ready! I had a mouse in the house. Every night it took dog food out of the bag and stored it in one of my boots, sometimes both. Sometimes in my farm work boots, sometimes in my rubber boots. I finally grew tired of the game and set a rat trap. Caught 3 mice, no more dog food in my boots.
On Friday afternoon, I walked into our bedroom. There is wee little Tuna, growling softly, with something in her mouth. It was a mouse!! She's a good mouser.