Yesterday DH John went off to the specialist to get the results of his
examination and I stayed at home gnawing my nails and thinking dark
thoughts.   A visitor called in and was there when John came in
clutching his X rays.   Seems he has diverticulitus, a condition
treatable by diet.   The doctor suggested he drink beer, lol.   My
visitor, a nurse, showed us where it was on the X rays.

In the midst of this Bonnie arrived via the cat door and released a live
mouse in the middle of the lounge.   Pandemonium reigned.   The mouse
shot under the computer and sheltered under a bunch of wires.   Bonnie
dug it out, yowling with hysterical excitement.   "Get a box and shut
the lounge door," I shrieked, "we can't let it loose in the house."

Catching that mouse in a box was like trying to capture an eel.   It
shot out from under the computer desk and so did Bonnie bringing down a
couple of speakers with a crash.   The pair headed for the nurse who
screamed and leapt onto a chair.
The mouse vanished under the sofa.

We dragged out the sofa and Bonnie pounced, this time assisted by Clyde
who had joined the act.   Of course she released the mouse again;   it
squeaked and raced into the lazy boy armchair.  "Oh god," I cried, "it's
going to get into the chair's innards".

I gave up on the box and found a leather glove.   "I'll catch it by the
tail", I yelled, noticing the nurse shuddering at the thought.

Bonnie managed to dig the mouse out of the chair innards and released it
again.  This time it tore into the bookcase and hid, leaving its tail
sticking out from behind a book.   I managed to brush past the excited
cats and grabbed.   Eureka, one mouse dangling from my gloved fingers.  
I went down the back path and threw it over the fence.

When I came back it looked as if the lounge had been hit by a hurricane,
chairs were overturned everywhere and the computer wires and speakers
were in shambles.   We all had a drink of wine, we needed it.   But I
couldn't stop smiling, it was a great afternoon!

Bev