OMG
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DS1 arrived from London just as Gizmo schlepped in with a live mouse in his mouth.
I have never known Gizmo to catch wildlife before. He's just too fat and slow.
Anyway - since the mouse was still very much alive (although it was actually dying), we put a bowl of cat food down to distract The Argyll Mouse Murderer, and DS1 grabbed the mouse and took it outside. It then lay on its side and breathed its last.
Linney, in the meantime, ran away in dismay.
Gizmo, after stuffing himself with a pouch of Whiskas, discovered that his mouse was no longer in the house. Outraged, he padded outside and found the dead body.
He then eviscerated it and brought the head and the tail in, laying them carefully on the carpet.
DS1 sighed and removed the bits of dead mouse for me. I daresay he was wishing that he hadn't just driven 550 miles from London, to have a week's holiday in the wilds of Argyll.
I pointed out to him that it is the duty of men to take out bins, catch mice and remove disjecta membra for their wives and mothers.