Here we go again!
It's extraordinarily difficult to catch a mouse that expressly doesn't want to be caught. Not that I blame the mouse, mind. How was it to know that I wasn't another evil feline with designs on its very existence...
Every time I got close to catching it, it would start this piercing panicked squeaking and I would retreat in disorder. Very disconcerting. So there I was chasing it round the living room as it scuttled from under the heater to behind the television table. I finally cornered it under the sewing machine table, trapped it in a towel, and then got hold of it gently but very firmly (through the towel!) and deposited it by the gate to the empty lot just down the street. Be happy, little mouse!
I just hope someone rescues me from gigantic carnivorous aliens. Should the occasion ever arise.
Every time I got close to catching it, it would start this piercing panicked squeaking and I would retreat in disorder. Very disconcerting. So there I was chasing it round the living room as it scuttled from under the heater to behind the television table. I finally cornered it under the sewing machine table, trapped it in a towel, and then got hold of it gently but very firmly (through the towel!) and deposited it by the gate to the empty lot just down the street. Be happy, little mouse!
I just hope someone rescues me from gigantic carnivorous aliens. Should the occasion ever arise.