The New Year started well. It was a wild, wet and windy night. At 1AM enter Harry the Cat. Oh how nice, he’s brought us a present — live mouse. After protestations from us Harry took said mouse from the bedroom downstairs to the hall. Here he put it down, looked the other way, and — Poof! — the mouse disappeared. So now, somewhere about the house, we have a live — or possibly dead and decaying — mouse. He’s a good cat for catching the vermin, but one day we will get it into his head that we prefer them dead before they come in through the cat door. Cats! Love ’em to bits.