Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

Tired. Tired tired tired. Would be nice to get to sleep early for a change.

Did get to sleep early! Before midnight!

And dragged to awakeness at one-ay-em by the very special sounds of Perrine chasing a mouse around the bedroom. Probably the one that's been a nuisance in the kitchen for a week,

By the time I was awake enough to throw the covers off and a light on, it had found some small space to stay still and silent in; it may be out of the room altogether. Perrine is poking around but I've watched her hunt enough to tell when she's resorted to guessing.

(Ah, there it is, the eye contact and tiny mew asking me to find it for her. I knew that was coming.)

At least she didn't drop it on the bed this time! (Though the sensations of her playing with a mouse on the mattress would have woken me faster than the sounds of her poking through plastic bags.)

If it chews any of my laundry I'll be very, very annoyed.

"Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people." -- William Butler Yeats (thanks to blueeowyn)