Dudley just caught a mouse (very dead now) in the backyard. He brought it to the verandah.
He caught one too last week. Last time when I saw him on the verandah, he was a bit shocked and dropped the mouse. I got rid of the mouse and gave him a piece of bone afterwards.
This time, he was determined to keep it, ran inside the house and hid underneath the bench seat. He eventually came out but left the dead mouse there. With the limited neck movement, I cannot bend down to pick it up. Will have to wait for my husband to come home to finish the work.
The sight of the dead mouse gives me goosebumps. |