With a title like that you'd think this story might be quite gross and while it did have some hairy moments it's not so bad unless your name is Sylvia... in which case you'd probably be squealing and running in the opposite direction.
Here's Ruby paying some serious attention to the bathmat which she has totally messed up with her jumpy playfulness. I took the photos and then showed them to Les voicing my concern over her total fascination with the mat in question. At which point we both went down to the bathroom to find the scenario continuing. So Les carefully lifted the mat and as suspected the mouse ran out and the cat went mental. Fortunately the mouse ran further into the bathroom and so did the cat... out of the bathroom would have been a disaster. We, on the other hand, did go out and closed the door. NO! we didn't leave Ruby to finish the job. We (Les) went back with an ice cream container and a piece of card. After some flurries and excitement (the cat) darting and terror (the mouse) nervousness and disco-ordination (Les) the mouse was under the ice cream container. The hairy moment came when the mouse got his hairy nose stuck under the rim of the container while Les was trying to slide the card under it. (That's the bit where I squealed). The mouse was set free over by the neighbouring house away from marauding cats. The cat is still guarding the bathroom today... she's a bit dim like that.
As promised here are the pictures of the V8 Album all finished... (The tin is an old film canister. Les spray painted it black and made the stickers on the vinyl cutter- it's supposed to look like a wheel on the silver side.)
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