Cat just woke me up playing around on the floor of the bedroom. She has a selection of small feathery toys to "hunt" so I assumed that one of those was her victim.... until I realised I needed the loo so got up and noticed that no, she was tossing around an actual fucking mouse. Aargh.
So I stumble to the kitchen to get a carrier bag to dispose of said rodent, and buy it from her with a few of her favourite treat. At which point the bloody thing miraculously comes back to life and legs it in the direction of the living room.
It's gone under the sofa which is far too big and heavy for me to lift to flush it out.
So I've locked cat in there with it. I can't deal with this at 5am. She can bloody well finish the job and let me sleep.
I'm going to feel guilty about Mr Mouse now aren't I. And depriving madam of her morning snoozles on my bed. Bloody cat :-(