Mouse in the house

Jeremy is convinced there is a mouse in the potato sack. For someone who meows the house down when he's hungry and actually bangs at the door if he wants to come in, he displays remarkable patience waiting for the potato mouse to come out.

Eventually, with Jamie egging him on and Jelly's complete indifference even he can't wait any longer and, tired of waiting, with a "tsk!" of annoyance, he goes in after it.

I should point out that there were no rodents in our potato bag at all. Jeremy just gets these ideas in his head sometimes. I doubt if anything small and furry would dare poke a whiskery nose in our kitchen, filled as it often is with cats. Whilst we've heard something very like mice occassionally behind the skirting boards we've never seen any evidence of them actually in the room, so mouse lovers rest assured: no mice were harmed in the making of this post.