Yesterday we went to the market with Harry and Mieke as usual. While we were having coffee, I regaled them with the tale of the sweet little mouse, and noticed them exchanging looks. I thought it was due to a hatred of rodents, but Harry told me they’d had an encounter with that very mouse the night before.
They have three cats, and they’d all been going insane over the mouse. Nina, who once feral (but was lured into being a pet by Harry and copious amounts of cat food) was carrying him in her mouth, but was finally “convinced” to drop him. Mr Whiskers ran under the couch, under Mieke’s handbag, and was finally captured in a takeaway container and put outside the front door by Harry. Thus making his way into my garden, and hiding near my front door for me to find and keep in a second takeaway container until he was well enough to return outside.
I love the idea of two people in such close proximity both saving the same tiny creature. And I love the idea I’m not the only one who’s such a softy. That mouse earned some spectacular karma, and it’s nice to have had a hand in it.